Eternal Requiem Wheel of Destiny — Morimens

He always pushed himself hard and drove away all his companions with his harshness, thinking he would walk this path alone forever in pursuit of musical perfection. The heights are cold, and he accepted this destined fate. Until he heard that person's performance. It had nothing to do with perfection. The music was too unrestrained, like the person himself, sometimes deviating from the score and even suddenly forgetting parts. Then, his hands would improvise with clever, lively melodies, earning surprise and praise. He watched him, as if watching a musical sprite play among the notes. This is what his father called talent, indeed. He was deeply attracted, like everyone else, but he couldn't change his steps. He was too ordinary and foolish, only able to traverse this laboriously paved path. Everyone followed that person, and he grew further and further apart. He longed to be close to him, but besides playing, he knew nothing else. How to converse with him? What kind of score would attract his attention? He composed scores as if drafting opening words. Until he had no chance to speak again. Deep regret consumed him, making all else meaningless. Only that unfinished letter remained, meant for the departed soul. He exhausted himself, ultimately collapsing before the score, dreaming without reaching the end of the path. If I can never reach the end, what is my life's persistence for? Distant flute music from the light pacified his questioning soul. In a daze, he picked up the flute, realizing his true mission. With his ceaseless playing, bring eternal peace.