A king is pointing down. A man marked with a question mark looks vacant; even so, he feels as if the man balancing a wine glass is equal to him. Separate from them, a man: shadowed in black, his body formulates into a male crest. With agency but nevertheless skill, he tears the garbs and sources of comfort from his body. It is only when he is completely naked that he stops. An election of the people here so far, the data being assessed and factored in, but most importantly there were none but 4 people here. No later than 2, a girl with blood coursing down her face streaks into the abode. Visibly bludgeoned; red delicious colored blood, it was so pigmented and young, if you could see it yourself, you could see the life that sprawled in it. Like it was leaping for joy at the assumption of life, to then be snuffed out. Responseless they all were, sitting in this full, but rather a lonely bedroom. Year by year, introductions mean growing numbers. More and more responses left empty, dried up red delicious, monarch’s arm left drowsy and the man balancing a wine glass weak and shaking from keeping still so long. Contribution, honey the chorus of singing priority is at its zenith; and cannot compress the mode of floating. As every interaction follows in its origin, everyone is silent as mice. And as the 5,821st year reaches its climax, one final male focus comes into view. The piano man with his dazzling sparkly suit, his long, flowing hair falls down his figure in such a fashion; it perfectly covers his face but allows the eyes to see his intelligently sharp glasses and his beautifully shined shoes. He focuses on the grand piano in front of him. He then calms his body down, letting his fingers rest on the piano keys, and as he breathes in you can tell that he is about to play. And then the song begins. He begins the leitmotif of Chopin’s 2nd nocturne, playing in repetition the subtle, melancholy B-flat melody, which then catapults into a beautiful major sixth, to then begin immediately back into the melancholy. Over and over, everyone in the bedroom was in awe at the beauty of the soft and soothing, fluttering, caressing sounds of the piano. With such proficiency and heart, he took center stage, his piano being his voice. The zest in his fingers was careful and precise, never a single note was ever a little off, nor distant. It was completely resolute, although no one had spoken a word ever, there wasn’t a sense of orange bitterness anywhere. Perceptions of pain, shattered like long-forgotten history, ready to be forgiven at the first word. The piano man continued to play his melody over and over, 772 times it had played repeatedly before his hands had finally met their recession. And as he finished with sudden abruption, everyone who had more than one working hand burst into immediate applause, a standing ovation that went on for 56 seconds, they were mesmerized by the beauty of the melody, not realizing that some of them had broken whatever they were carrying. The man who was balancing a wine glass had completely shattered it into smithereens. The piano man finally got up from his seat, but unlike the others who came before, he strangely just walked out of the bedroom. Without another note to be seen again. Ambition may have sparked him to leave but nothing is really known truly, a woman with a grafted arm stood in discomfort as her ears began to bleed. This was new, it hadn’t happened before now, but as she began touching her face and feeling the blood pour from her ears others began to notice it too. A man with a desk for a torso and glasses made out of a human scrotum began to notice it as well. And forthwith began to look horrified. The significance of the piano man’s appearance just then seemed almost completely unavoidable. The penalty of his music that to some, if not all, was begotten of emotion. They all in the room looked at the way the man had walked out, and without speaking a word began to pray. They craved to satisfy and be brought to the song of their conductor. Mud contracted faces but was for nothing in the end.