2024-07-13 - Disagreement

The first strains of harp music buzzed into Muxiaoth's mind like nothing else had. Not voices, not words, this was different.

They didn't listen closely to the first song, more they were focused on figuring out the what, and not the details.

One loved the second song, felt moved by the sounds that the strings were making. The other hated it. This was the first time they'd ever disagreed internally about something, and they didn't enjoy that one bit.

The fourth song.... was the same story, but with completely opposite opinions.

Muxiaoth wasn't certain at all about this music. They loved it and they hated it. Constantly. Maybe, if they learned enough about music, they'd find something they both enjoyed. They had a new goal now. More than words, they were on the lookout for Music.