The elevator reached the ground and I stepped outside. After jumping across the gap in the floor, I stood still. There it was, the fresh drops of water bouncing against the glass window. Just a simple sound, yet it was soothing to the soul. The tuneful notes of the grand piano entered my ears. Perhaps the sound was coming from a gramophone nearby. The faint lights hung from the ceiling illuminating Quirrel’s face as he admired the scenic view from the window. One shoulder resting on the bench and his nail behind his back. He seemed relaxed with one leg folded onto the other. He always wore a white mask on his head like a hat. Every time he spoke to me, his words held deep meaning and emotion. I could tell he was skilful, he always reached new locations before me. He was constantly exploring and moving forward. What is his goal? What is he searching for? I wondered on multiple occasions. I considered him a good friend as his guidance was always helpful, and his words were wise. Encountering him after battling through enemies was like a pleasant reward.
I sat beside him on the bench, finally resting my legs. It had been a long journey. Even though I knew I was of a smaller build compared to most of the bug population, I felt even smaller besides Quirrel. He glanced at me and then continued looking out the window.
“The capital lies before us, my friend. What a sombre place it seems and no one that holds the answers to many a mystery,” he said in a calm voice. He paused for a moment before continuing again, “I too have felt the pull of this place, though now I sit before it I find myself hesitant to descend. Is it fear, I wonder, or something else that holds me back?”
I looked down upon the city of tears and wondered what could be the reason for his hesitation. Could it be the dark blue aura that has swallowed the city or the endless rain? I found myself to be intrigued rather than hesitant. Despite the mysteriousness that the city emitted, it had a magical beauty. What lies in the path ahead? No one can be sure unless they move forward themselves. The thoughts in my head faintly disappeared as my eyes became heavier. I rested that night beside Quirrel’s warmth, wondering if the tears would ever stop.