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[[As is very often the case, Mytho is dancing to the background music in the middle of the city again, utterly lost in his movements, every motion graceful, perfect, and utterly devoid of emotion...
Until something catches his attention. A sound. A sound that he can't recall ever hearing before from inside of him....
Slowly, he stills, hand moving to cover where his heart should be, expression vacant, yet somehow confused. Silence. Stillness, then--
*Badump*]]
[[There's a moment of silence, Mytho's hand over where most would have a heart, expression vacant as always, but with a touch of a lost look.]]
It made a sound...