روايات وقصص ضمن Bioshock Infinite Songbird Song

I continued to play, lost between the music and the crashing of waves outside. We rolled into the second song and this time, she sang softly. Her voice carrying only in the room. The storm consumed it but it was so quiet and intimate I closed my eyes as I played. Focusing solely on her voice, on her feel for the music. Finishing the second song, I stopped. I looked up at her and she looked sad. “Are you okay to do one more song little bird? I don’t want you in pain.”

A tiny smile formed in my lips as I reached for it. Seconds later, I got up from the tiled floor and placed the cd at the top of the dvd to set it up. After a few minutes of plugging different plugs, I finally placed the cd inside the dvd. The song that contains a few song which were all depressing for me because of what I am going through begins playing in momentarily; starting with the song called "Dancing With Your Ghost" sang by Sasha Sloan. Yelling at the sky Screaming at the world Baby, why'd you go away?

A song echoed down the corridor: "Oh, at the grove, at the Dalvira Nightingale chirping! He is his whole bird The nest is called. Some of them and some of them Nightingale chirping! He has his whole bird The nest is called. Oh, at the grove, at the Dalvira There is music playing. Bass is buzzing, the violin cries My dear is walking. Some of them and some of them There is music playing. Bass is buzzing, the violin cries Nice dear walks Oh, at the grove, at the Dalvira I stand alone. I cry, I'm tired, I still weeping Cute for you Some of them and some of them

His voice cracked at first, but he continued singing anyway. "Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise..." When Sane heard that song after a while, he immediately remembered Seleen. It felt as if the song was perfect for her, and he silently hoped that she could carefully listen to the lyrics of the song. "Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these sunken eyes and learn to see All your life You were only waiting for this moment to be free."

But no one was around. My footsteps echoed as I wandered through the corridors, unsure of where I was even going. That was when I heard it. A guitar. The sound was warm, smooth, and rich, the melody weaving through the air like a spell. I froze in place, listening. I knew that song. ‘Singer’ by The Blueberries. My heart jumped. It was one of my favorites, one I always used in my videos as Luna Lust. The realization sent a chill through me, excitement and unease curling in my stomach at the same time.

I took in a deep breath and exhaled as I lean onto the railing. Still, the birds continued to chirp. I smiled and blinked slowly as if I was in a trance. The bright and cheery songs of the birds were forcing a song out of me. And that’s what I did. I started singing. “Do Re Me Fa SO….FUCKING SHUT UP YOU DAMN BIRDS! TWEET TWEET MY ASS! GO TAKE YOUR STUPID TWEET TWEET ELSEWHERE!” I screamed bloody murder as I took off my slipper and hurled each of them blindly to towards the trees.

**** Note: Song*- Homesick by Dua Lipa

My heart sings at the sound of her sweet voice, my angel, my heart, my very soul, my Amelia. Then it hardens, this is a trick, something Damian has conjured up to cause me more pain. Like taking her from me and letting me believe she was dead wasn’t cruel enough now he wants to use her voice in my personal hell to haunt me. “I don’t know what to say Amelia, we’ve given him blood, his body is healed, in theory he should be awake by now” the males voice is exasperated, a little desperate and somehow familiar, I know I know it but my broken mind can’t connect it.

The addictive song repeated again and again, filling the air in the collection room. Both Sean and Suzan were taken aback. Birdie calmly turned off her alarm. "Sorry, it's time for my TV show. Do you mind speeding things up?" As a scientist, Birdie followed a strict schedule. The strongly addictive song had won over the eerie laughter. The song repeated in Larissa's head; she almost sang it out loud. Vincent lightly coughed and said, "Mommy, stop singing." "Oh, did I sing that out loud?" Larissa said embarrassedly. "Sorry, I couldn't help it."

Then, grudgingly, *real enough*. Birdsong threaded through the air, high and bright. No mechanical hum under it. No distant crowd roar. It's just a lazy, slightly off‑beat melody from something with feathers and absolutely no interest in my trauma. One trill in the song was… wrong, somehow—a "note a fraction sharp," like a recording glitched for half a second, and then smoothed over. My eyes stayed closed. Part of me was afraid that if I opened them, I’d see castle stones or neon sky or the inside of a bus.