Prologue:
Flashing images, too blinding, too fleeting to grasp swirl around in a restless kaleidoscope of color. A low melody plays, so soft and delicate it blurs away in wispy echoes. Voices, tranquil and reserved at first, escalade into a cacophony, a frightening crescendo of fierce roars and agonized wails.
"There is nothing left for me… but to accept my fate…"
"There's nothing like the sound of clumsiness to wake ya up in the morning…"
"I wish… I wish I didn't…"
"That will never change… I promise."
"Clever or foolish… with you I'll never know."
"Can it really be like this? Forever?"
"You were born for this."
"Worthless!"
"The only thing I know is that someday always comes too late."
"There is nothing wrong with me!"
"There's no time!"
"Ungrateful little vermin!"
"Don't forget me!"
"I promise…"
"Don't lie to me!"
"Cross my heart."