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		Intoxication
	He headed entranced and stimulated with curiosity to the enchanting music that wove it's way through the thick summer's air. Each note seemed entwinded, and fit to the next in a way seemingly impossible for it's intricancy. The tune it's self was feather light, and the mealody intoxicating. It rang through his bones despite the fact it was so soft it seemed as if he was magically listening to the kiss of a moth athousand miles away. It felt as though if he would resist the tune, that it would some how die if he didn't chase after it. It would cease to exist if he didn't seek it. To be the one to make such a unique, intoxicating thing banish, unreasonably, he felt as if it would end the world. Or that it was end his world. What a foolish thought, and yet... he felt as if his heart would burst if he did not discover the song at it's source, and fully embrace it as he couldn't from far-away. It wasn't that the song was "bewitching", but the curiosity and desire was so much that he felt as if he had to discover it. It amused him that such a wan, wavering song would drive him in such a way. Music had alwayws been an important part of his life, but this, it effected him in such a way that his throat stung -and he felt compleatly isolated and seperate from the world. Alone in his world. -But, he had always felt like that, hadn't he? Abruptly he stumbled and fell, catching his knee sharply upon a stone. The forest here was beautiful, the petal soft song seemed to pause to take a breath. A small stream, a quiet pond, and a contrasting combonation of a soft beded pine needle floor, with the lush, intense colored fall canopy above. He stood taking a deep breath of air. What a foolish thought that had been, of course he wasn't alone. He paused as the tune seemed to whisp like silver-marsh fog into being once more. That intoxicating wind caught song -stimulating, enticing, entrancing, welcoming, begging... Shaking his head lightly as he stumbled blindly toward the music once more, almost compleatly filled by the tune, he mused in the memory of a tale of a siren. But of course this was no siren, he didn't know what it was yet, but it was something he had the intense desire to reach. Not something pulling him, or controlling him... But, he wanted to see the being that was giving birth to this drifting, moon-pale, delicate song. He mused over the thought that perhaps the heavenly sounding being that must have been producing the silken soft notes was some sort of gorgous talented demon that enticed, led, and trapped it's victims. That did this by making them want it, making the fish want to swim into the gaping, hungry maw of the sea dragon. Wait... was the melody...? He was getting closer! Quickly was dismissed all such thoughts as the excitment consumed him. Quickly lost was all that occupied his mind before. Nothing was forgotten, nothing was forced from his waking mind, nothing was made unimportant by the embracing song... rather, with in the boy's mind became nothing -for strangely all that his mind did, was bent upon the music, filled up as if consumed. Then...                                     END.