Nihilistic Nights
The music floated on the desert nightly winds; magical, beautiful, haunting. He wasn't worthy to listen to it. A mere spider shouldn't be able to create it. He had to break the moment.
"This existence is pointless, you know. We do nothing except contaminate the earth with our decaying corpses."
"You really know how to sweet talk someone, don't you? It must be from all of that dessert you eat."
"Why do you persist in playing? It is all irrelevant, in the end."
"Maybe. But the end isn't now. I play because it makes me happy."
The music went on.