Bab 415: Hope and Shock

A clearing of the throat.

A hoarse voice cracked.

And then the tune.

...

"Food itself, is life itself,

Feed yourself, don't eat yourself,

Guts may pull, but I'm no fool,

Yet here I drool, I drip a pool,

<sniff, sniff>..."

A brief sob.

Then the tune continued.

"Drink itself, is life itself,

Drink yourself, don't... No that's not right...<sniff> I'm so hungry."

The song that had been echoing from beyond where Skullius was currently, suddenly stopped as a voice with a sad tone rang.

Skullius stopped his advance through the narrow, dark corridor temporarily.

"What is that?" he asked the aged soul within, his question being about what he was hearing and where it was coming from.

'I don't know. It's obviously a song. A terrible one at that, but... Hmm. Just keep moving,' Sila responded.