Tired Doll

a song without beginning, a song without end. the Dolls sits at a piano, its foot holding the pedal down. a wash of sound swirls around it, dying on the soundproofed walls. the Doll's been playing this song for an hour so far, this time, and will play for another hour or more.

it's an old song, one the Doll has been playing for many years. the Doll doesn't know which notes come next, it just plays and the notes find their way into a position under its fingers.

someday the Doll might find other ways to explore this song, with spirals and dice and random chance, but for now it simply plays as the notes command it to. a song without beginning, a song without end.