Re: Part 64d - It's only the end of the world. Again.
"Ah! Rauko!" Raising her hand, Cyan squints at a small line of red, then carefully licks the wound once, clearing away the blood. A curious place for a paper-cut, to be sure...she eyes the nearly completed sketch with some amusement, then nods to Trgiaob. "Thank you, Trgiaob. That should be sufficient." It can be frustrating for a danioti to hold itself in one place for a time.
The wound certainly stings like a papercut, but Cyan knows it to be far, far more precise and thin.
Unimportant - the blood already ceases to flow, her strong metabolism sealing the wound as Chance moves into her field of vision. Glancing up, Cyan brushes back a lock of hair and raises an eyebrow, a shadow crossing her face at the mention of Luke's name. It clears, though, when Chance continues, and she nods along with his question, giving it serious consideration.
When he finishes, she fishes in her pouch. "I have often wondered similarly, Chance. As is often the case in life, I feel there are many answers. Some of mine have come from Berd, others from observation. I'm certain you have your own, as well." A small smile, and she brandishes her MP4 player. "This device holds hundreds of songs. More. I have listened to many, all from the same world. Most of them are completely unfamiliar to myself, and yet...some contain the echoes of other songs, too strongly to be coincidental."
Rubbing her jawline, she stares at the device with narrowed, emerald eyes. "Echoes. A new theory I have considered involves the Underflow. Connected to all things, it responds to thoughts, to intent. It is possible that songs, like thoughts, can echo through its vastness." A small smile. "But this, it seems to me, is too complex a thought. There are more likely possibilities."
She looks up into the Deathsinger's eyes. "Worldwalkers carry their music. Mirroring occurs between close worlds, and sometimes odd aspects of one world can carry through thousands. Gates open between worlds, and if things fall through, so might concepts. Coincidence plays a factor - postulate infinity, and all things are possible, including a song spontaneously arising on two worlds. Or a melody. All of these things may have some truth to them, depending upon the situation. And more."
The smile fades, and she stares up into the sky, at the vastness above this universe - a bubble of infinity, only one in an immesurable sea. "And then there are truths. Some are universal. Some may cross boundaries with neither rhyme, nor reason. They simply do." Her gaze focuses again. "Wherever I have found myself, there has always been music."
Then her face lights up in a full-fledged grin. "Perhaps your song was one of those truths, Chance? Or passed from you to another, who came here. Perhaps another Chance wandered through this land, in bygone times. Who can say?"