Sound once witnessed crowds gathering around a towering drum during festivals. Each time the mallet struck, wa…
Sound once witnessed crowds gathering around a towering drum during festivals. Each time the mallet struck, waves of cheers surged forward with the sound.
Time after time, Sound leapt from above, striking the drum with its paws. The deep booms pierced through the heavy snow blanketing Liangzhou. Yet not once did a single soul come rushing to the drum.
The final strike cracked the drumhead. Sound tumbled inside, aching all over.
Between dream and waking, gentle hands lifted Sound and held it close to a warm heart. It heard a steady heartbeat—the same deep rhythm as the drum it once played.