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The Calling (10) : A beautiful melody drifts on the air from somewhere far away. The vocals are in a language you don't quite recognize, but feel somehow familiar to you. Something about the song calls to you, but no matter where you go, the song seems to sound the same distance away. The longer it goes on, the more emotional the song becomes--and the more emotional you become. Something about the song is possessive and consuming, like it's all you can think of. Something resonates in you as the song crescendos, and the feeling is at its strongest--be they good, bad, anything, but suddenly the song fades, and there's only an emptiness inside of you. The feeling of loss is strong, and can leave someone feeling emotionally numb. Someone out there was calling to you, and you couldn't find them.
Had she once spoken a different language? It was likely, she supposed, if she considered the past life that she had spent so much of her time chasing in the world that once called her its own. That was a different life, though, from a different time, as much as it felt more real to her than anything from this millennium had. Perhaps that was the kicker, though; perhaps that was the explanation. What she was remembering wasn't of that life because nothing from that life brought her this kind of sadness. Something about being the priestess she had been felt more ethereal. It was hard to be sad when she was thinking of herself in that state and showing people her world in that state. While she understood her life had to have ended tragically, considering the fact that she was reborn on this planet like hundreds if not thousands--likely thousands, if not millions--of other senshi and knights, nothing about that life struck her as a tragedy in the way this song made her feel like she was falling to pieces eternally in a way she couldn't describe.
It felt like it was getting worse the longer she heard it, and she didn't know what to do to make it stop, other than to try and bury it with some other noise in her ears. The first thing she did was go for her earphones, which were supposed to be sound-cancelling. They evidently weren't so good at cancelling sound that arguably did not exist; her over-ear sound-cancelling headphones did just as little and were just as useless. Nothing else really worked either, not attempting to find someone to talk to, not attempting to listen to videos whether short-form or long-form, not attempting to make some noise around her house with chores in a way that would hopefully be distracting to whatever wanted to slay her with their song. It was tempting to scream, but she knew that wouldn't do anything but encourage it to be louder in a way that she wasn't able to escape because it didn't.
It didn't work.
What was the language? Why did it feel so horrifically familiar in that way that told her she should have known it, like how she should have known so many things from her twice-cancelled, twice-rewritten life? Was it something she had sung when she was younger? Was it a song she had liked when she was a corrupted senshi? Was it a song that had broken her heart at one point before? Was it from a dramatic movie that she couldn't at all remember the plot of or the story behind, and didn't recognize enough of the lyrics to even attempt searching for what it would be?
Dahlia would never have her question answered, though.
She would never have her question answered because all that faced her was silence and the sensation that something ripped her heart out through her throat.
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