If I could, I would repaint the world.
Nothing as drastic like getting rid of wars.
But maybe, there's a bit of that too.
The strange little buds at the end of the strings sang those words as the unnatural sounding instruments played their melodies. Those were the first and only lines of that song. It felt a bit unfinished really, but the melody was nice.
It has been a week since I found this little device in the middle of the forest. I couldn't read the engravings on it but I could understand the words that it sang when I touched it.
At first, I was wary of the object. I was taught about artifacts that were possessed by evil spirits that whispered of power and riches, promising everything yet only seeking to devour you. But I couldn't resist the otherworldly sounds and eventually I held up the buds to my ear.
With each touch of the small disc set on the front of the artifact, a small, glass window lit up and I heard voices singing of unrequited love, of lost love and moving