A small concept sketch I wrote, haven't found any use for it yet.
A warm, cloudless night in the end of summer... Standing in the middle of an open field, waist-deep in the rye, you run your hands through the golden carpet of plants, listening to the quiet song of the night, the air alive with the song of the insects, various birds that are still awake, and a distant nightingale... Gentle warm wind blows softly against your skin, making you shiver lightly, and brings with it a soft, quiet melody, played on a flute in the distance. Curious, you follow the sound, and it grows closer, and closer, then, suddenly, decides to let you approach no further, staying at the same distance from you no matter how long you walk. You keep on following the sound, the gentle melody almost bewitching in its beauty. The night goes on, the quiet melody still carried through the air, but you, you are no longer in this field, nor in this world, the song of the siren forever keeping you as you walk on.
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