Achilles Sock

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Water. Or at least the cool splashing sound of it, fell around Milia
like a barrier against the other sounds that were vying for her
attention. Music. Those other sounds were. At least until the clear
sweet interplay of notes began to form themselves into strings of
thought that overwhelmed her with their insistent implications.
It's done!
The thought brought a change to Milia's rainfall making it sound more
like the roar of a waterfall. At the same time she felt her eyes open
but the absence of light made her unsure enough to blink several times
in confusion.
'You are conscious' The musical notes piercing through her self imposed
sound barrier calmly observed.