A Muse

A storm of rushing music caught her. Somehow, the music had a looming presence thinly veiled behind it, and yet she couldn’t see it. What she was focused on was the music itself. It seemed ageless. She looked up, and saw a dazzling, glittering figure who seemed to her to be the music. Was this figure real? How could music be embodied? What was this Muse?

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