Day 54 – 7th of June?

The spheres sing. I don’t know how else to put it, but I have heard their song for some time now. I wrote it off as the delusions of a mind starved for both stimulation and sustenance, but there can now be no doubt. The larger ones emit a song, an ethereal tone that is almost beyond the range of human hearing. It must have something to do with the way the savage winds play over their surface, like blowing across the mouth of a glass bottle. It is a soothing sound, if an eerie one, so I’ll not waste what little energy I have in complaints.

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