I Used To Hear A Simple Song (That Was Until You Came Along)

The world exists as a symphony of everything all at once; countless ballads overlapping and telling their own story. And, yet, it’s not discoordination or impossible to understand, rather, it exists as a mess of chaotic sounds coming together to make one beautiful melody that very few in this world are privy to experience or to understand. Venti, at least, had come to understand it in that way. Perhaps it was because he had existed for nearly two and a half millennia, or perhaps it was the musician inside him, or the need to have everything in this world make sense in some bizarre way that he was the only one who understood.