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You are beyond help ... your shipmates watch on the viewscreens as you drift, untethered, away from the spacecraft toward the event horizon. As you dwindle to a speck, and beyond into the vastness, you can only think back to your early childhood, where your mum scolded you for
not attending your violin lessons.
Melancholy solo violin and pads, this.
Melancholy solo violin and pads, this.