#4

Artificial rain falls down inside the ears of the figure as it indulges the soothing piano of a group which it holds in high regard. The figure glares at the screen with burning eyes as it soaks in the sheer melancholic atmosphere induced around it. Remnants of foodstuff live upon the desk, too lazy to pick up and discard. Flashing screen to the south as the figure slowly clicks and with the metaphorical mask on, replies swiftly to return to the artificial rain dripping into its ears.