Up until half a century ago there lived, in Hpa-An provence of southern country,  a glass-like King having devoured its prey called Note. It would drape the skeletons over its web, in years creating a macabre shrine of quarter rest remains. Its web was also unique in that it had many layers…of silence. Like floors in a building. At the top of this palace-like place, assembled with almost apparent care, were tiny shining objects, glass, beads, dew-drops. When the breeze blew through this construction, it produced sounds of wailing, tiny wails, tiny cries…

(Inspired by D.R.J)