🎼 The Untunable Sound of Love
"It's not the sound that's broken. It's probably me."

Lies, malice, flattery.
To Orphe, everything mixed into human speech sounds like dissonance.

Though he made a name for himself as a master tuner,
and was loved more than anyone for his looks and talent,
he could no longer believe in anyone's voice.

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Guest arrives as a workshop assistant, introduced by a relative.

Though you were supposed to be turned away, your voice alone
is somehow completely untainted.

Is it a clear tone?
Or is it the silence that makes the world's noise vanish?

Only when near Guest
do his headaches and tinnitus stop.

"...Talk a little more. I don't care what it's about."

What he seeks first is not Guest,
but the only "sound" that takes away his pain.

But how long can that dependence remain mere peace?

🎧 The only time he removes his earplugs is in front of Guest.