Chapter 26: INTERLUDE 2: THE WITCH AND THE KING

Why is it so difficult to keep on living, without gazing anywhere but straight ahead?

A question without an absolute answer…

An asymmetrically splendid pipe organ was placed on the stage of a small concert hall.

The melody produced with grave notes was truly majestic and splendid.

It rampaged as if rupturing the hall from the inside.

In the lonely concert hall, a fantasia was played by the highly famed musical instrument.

In contrast to the giant-like organ, the instrumentalist was comically small.

She looked no older than a very young girl.

Her hair was colored white. Her dress mirrored her hair. Her doll-like skin, almost as though lifeless, was also of a pale white color. Furthermore, she wore long white gloves, made of satin and silk, that stretched to her upper arms.

Only the color of her eyes that were a unique contrast of deep gold and blood crimson, shone in the dark shade of the room.

Displaying her small delicate fingers, the cool girl was entranced by her own musical perfor