From c615aab93917f7a6a5ed3976c721adc412d3da01 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Sarah Duck Date: Tue, 7 Oct 2025 02:13:28 -0700 Subject: Next scene of Zamir sneaking out --- Zamir/1TheFirstSong.md | 29 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++- 1 file changed, 28 insertions(+), 1 deletion(-) diff --git a/Zamir/1TheFirstSong.md b/Zamir/1TheFirstSong.md index 8b7a14f..87c79f7 100644 --- a/Zamir/1TheFirstSong.md +++ b/Zamir/1TheFirstSong.md @@ -48,10 +48,37 @@ Mother slaps them hard, then slaps them again. They recoil and whimper. "What is "I... I don't understand what overcame me." Zamir admits. -Mother glares at Zamir for a long moment. "You are not ready for the surface. There is weakness within you that will be purged. Do *not* flaunt it again. Do *not* discuss this with anyone else. We *will* fix you." +Mother glares at Zamir for a long moment. "You are not ready for the surface. There is weakness within you that will be purged. Do *not* flaunt it again. Do *not* discuss this with anyone else. We will fix you." "But I don't-" *Smack!* "Do not humiliate me." She spits. Zamir quietly nods, as inquiry would only lead to further provocation. Mother cooly slithers away, knowing Zamir will follow. Which they do. +--- + + +Zamir couldn't stop thinking about what happened. There was an emptiness within them they hadn't even known was there. A burden they didn't know they've always carried until that brief moment of actualization. Yes, it had overwhelmed them, but was that worse than nothing at all? Zamir wanted more. Something deep inside wanted to claw its way out, but didn't yet have the strength. It needed a conduit, and those sounds were the key. They wanted to hear them again. They *needed* to. + +*Is this what ambition feels like?* + +It wasn't difficult to sneak out. Nobody really expected disobedient behavior from Zamir, and Mother hadn't told anyone anything. Unfortunately, Zamir didn't know Mother's illusion spell, so they stayed hidden in the city sewers. The wretched, rancid sewers full of filth. But they plowed through, more determined than they've ever been. For hours they trudged through shit hoping to overhear those beautiful sounds again. + +Eventually, Zamir heard them. + +It sounded like a woman this time, and without an audience's screams. She was speaking about her desire to partake in various activities with someone next to a river. It was rather poetic in ways Zamir didn't quite grasp. She frequently interrupted her words to give thanks to unseen passersby, or curse when she played a blatantly discordant note. The man Zamir heard first was certainly superior. The smell of shit was also quite overbearing. + +But it was enough. The imperfections gave her voice it's own beauty. A vulnerability overpowered by courage; she didn't let it stop her. Maybe Zamir wanted that? Is it okay to not be enough? The foreign sensations were creeping back in, and eventually the tears started to flow. Zamir sobbed, then wailed. It seemed to come in waves, and they had no control over it. It felt horrible, yet it felt so good. + +But then the music stopped. "Hey, do you hear crying down there?" + +"...Hells! Hey kid, you alright!?" + +"Help me with this grate!" + +Zamir slithers away as fast as they can. By the time they slow, the inexplicable feelings yet again elude them. + --- \ No newline at end of file -- cgit