Mindless Melody (Open)

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    What was one to do when all the pieces seemed to fall apart? The answers increasingly became harder to find and the questions, none the easier to tackle. A lot of ruin had come to know Mt. Frappe and in its ruin Sanbu found himself helpless. While culpability was an argument one could throw around any which way, what was precisely the matter of the Majin's disappointment was his lack of ability. What could one accomplish if they had the will but not the means? A blind man had not the ability to see and whether or not desire came into play such a sense was just not accessible to them. Strong was his desire to have aroused meaningful change in a fight that had taken place not too long ago, the consequences were too striking.


    High on a cliff, nearby from most of the recent destruction sat Sanbu. Alone but necessarily in the physical sense, many things were around him both alive and otherwise. Fauna and flora were retaking the land albeit at a gradual place and yet that sight did little to reasonably satisfy the hermit's mood. The real crux of the problem was more complicated than that and so stood the divide between the natural and the artificial. Only a thinking creature could create another problem upon which nature was attempting to solve on its own accord.


    "And what is one if they are without their thoughts and feelings? I was but a fool to have gone into that fight with such striking naivety, I have little to show for and what of I? What am I do to on a day like this but whine and complain. One's circumstances cannot change through these means. Still, to function solely on the basis of brawn is to be a brute without a mind. Every aspect of the self must be regarded even if they seem negligible." The hermit looked back at the ruined state of the landscape with a twinged expression.


    All things material could be undone but the immaterial could not be rectified as easily. It was a moment to reflect and an opportunity to grow but in what way? It was always such a challenge figuring that out according to the man. There were many different ways of achieving a goal but the results equally could vary significantly. While Sanbu had come to be a very doubtful person, in his mind he knew it certain that if he did not act nothing could ever be. The day was slow and typical and the Majin felt his boredom begin to rise upon him. Without any other way to occupy his time he quickly brandished his flute and began to play.


    The tune was one he had played many times before but now the melody carried within it a resonance he had never known before. It was as if the words he spoke were even more relevant given what had happened. In such times only music could ease his mind from events that even his aloof nature could not remove from his conscience. Time could not help that kind of a thing.

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