Welcome to Gaia! ::

The music started playing almost to the beat of the sun's final rays disappearing behind Sticks' horizon. It sounded like a needle grating across a tin sheet, leaving its imprint forever.

Actually it was merely a phonograph, but you must forgive me for sounding overly poetic at times.

The lone sink inside the loft was suddenly turned on, and the once clear water became streaked with red as a pair of long, bony hands slowly ran over each other and became a luminescent white. Taking a ratty towel that laid beside the sink, the hands' owner gently, almost lethargically dried off. Then, with a heave, she tossed an abnormally large meat cleaver into the sink. As the water was still running, red water splattered onto the figure's face and apron. Again, almost lethargically, the ratty cloth was used to wipe off its owner's face. Then the sink was shut off by a delicate twist of the hand, and the red-streaked apron crumpled to the floor. Underneath it was a silk suit with a white cravat, one that was so fine that it would've practically dissolved if the red water had leaped onto it. With a slap, the ratty cloth was again by the sink. As the red water drained from the sink, the figure started to retreat into another room, this one bolted shut.

"I had better eat dinner before I continue my project," mused Aster.