The bridge between worlds: Unreachable Uptopia

"This is our first time meeting no?" My voice speaks to you from the other side of the empty void. What you have seen is what they have not seen, the characters per se, nor the "authors". How would you react if this is a fabrication of your desire?

"But what those are merely words of a joker." I hold the camera close to the spotlight, a piano whose title can't be seen as brand new anymore but the melodic still stand as the oak reek of nostalgia. You have seen their struggle and witnessed their triumph. But will this be sufficient, a story that has not seen the idea of the strong and the weak, where they pass through easily?

"So what if we start all over again?" With a flick of my finger, the piano returned brand new. The same white wood oak with the strings hasn't seen the corrosion of time, and neither does the seat being hosted by any of the musicians playing hymns or requiems. The old Mikhail when the third archangel who knows nothing of the world besides his case. Waiting eager for a single moment of freedom.

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"So let's change the music sheet a little then?" Taking the quill pen, I dip it into the blackest ink onto the newest sheet of paper which only have two scores left unwritten. This much enough to change the whole symphony. Of whom will play the conductor or the solo of the climax?

"Then won't you change it for me?" Taking the music sheet, you write with such eagerness, I see how you long desire for something to change. Something of frustration? Delusion? Sorrow? You know this is only the first chapter, I let you change for such.

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"So this is your choice." The bird shall no longer be singing songs of freedom and anxiety, for now, it shall be chained to its own delusion. Wrapped and molded by the action of the keeper then one day change into a fearsome beast.

"It's great to be working with you. This won't be our last encounter."

The bridge closing