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1. Stroke Their Brains- Spoon
“Attack the evil that is within yourself, rather than attacking the evil that is in others.”
- Confucius
I. Prague-
Intoxicating music spilled out into the street. Astira worked her way through the chaotic maze of people outside the theatre. The mild cool air of early Fall refreshed her spirit, as did the light atmosphere of conversation mixed with occasional laughter. On her left a small group of musicians eyed her as she walked by. She smiled, and then she felt a little odd. A scrawny musician with large brown eyes and the disjointed body movement of a puppet, weirdly stared, watching her every move with childlike fascination. She tried to smile back, but felt overwhelmed by a sudden gush of unexpected emotion and memories. Her smile melted.
"A ruse and mirage?" thought the Count.
His tired mind and body urged him to sleep, but he lay awake thinking of his Teresa. Gradually the sands of Time ran out, and he fell into a deep sleep.
Later he awoke, rising from his cot. The moon shown bright, shining through the iron bars of his small window. But then he noticed the moon covered in white feathers- the moon quivered and turned its head, sporting a beautiful plume of sunlight! He reached out to the bird of paradise- but grasped only the bars of iron. The bird of paradise then took flight over the rolling waves, and became the moon, high above in the night sky.
The Count opened his eyes. Sunlight poured through the wide windows of his balcony. The shrill birds of Paris were music to his ear.
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