Giant Eye
The giant eye of the Wyrm seemed drawn into the melody I played. Though filled with rage, I sensed its gaze gradually growing calmer. A faint heat rose from its massive body, warming the surrounding rock. That warmth felt as if it carried the breath of ancient times.
The melody reached its climax. Complex scales intertwined, and the grand composition, playing the harmony of the universe, seemed to speak directly to the wyrm's soul. The light emanating from the harp grew ever brighter, illuminating the wyrm's scales. They shone like jewels, reflecting light in myriad colors.
When the performance ended, silence descended. The wyrm sat majestically before me, slowly turning its enormous head to gaze at me. There was no anger in its eyes anymore. Instead, something akin to profound sorrow could be felt.
Silence lingered for a while. Only the sound of the wind and distant birdsong broke the stillness.
Then, slowly, the Wilm opened its mouth. Its voice had a low, resonant tone, heavy enough to make the mountain rocks tremble.
“...Why... play such a thing...?”
The Wilm's voice was a mixture of surprise and confusion. It sounded like the utterance of a lonely soul that had lived for millennia without being understood by anyone.
“I... am searching for the Words of Creation. And... I sense that a part of those words lies dormant within you.” I answered calmly. The descriptions in the Infinite Book, the relics of the Atlantean civilization, and the disappearances of the librarian and historians... I felt it all connected to this Wilm, and to this melody.
“...The words of creation...?” The wilm sighed. “Long ago... I think... I heard those words...”
In those words, I sensed a faint glimmer of hope. The wilm might know about the words of creation. And perhaps they held the key to unlocking the mystery of the wilm's tears, and the disappearances of the librarian and the historian.
Wilm looked at me again. Though caution still lingered in that gaze, more than that, I sensed curiosity and a hint of trust.
“...Will you... give me your tears...?” Wilm's words sounded less like a question and more like a plea. His voice was tinged with deep sorrow and despair.
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