I was sitting on some sort of grassy hill. A bunch of people who seemed to be my friends were with me. I say that they seem to be my friends because they didn't look exactly like anyone I knew, but I had a feeling that each of them was a friend of mine in RL. There was this man who I didn't know trying to teach me to play the sitar. The sitar that he was teaching me on was apparently tuned to the key of F#, as it was written on the instrument what string was tuned to what. The act of playing this instrument was physically the same as when I play a guitar, except the chords that would normally work on guitar did not sound good. |
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Cold hearted orb that rules the night,
Removes the colours from our sight.
Red is grey and yellow white,
But we decide which is right.
And which is an illusion.
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