This sound!? A flute, I thought to myself. I haven't heard one in a long time, actually in fact any actual man made instrument. I can't imagine doing anything else at the moment except looking to see where the sound was coming from. Without any second hesitations I quickly got on my feet and closed my eyes. I focused everything on finding where and who the beautiful song was coming from. As I stood there silently trying my hardest not to make even a single breath, it was decided, the sound was coming north-east of where I was standing at. Without any hesitation I quickly ran over toward that direction, with my long crimson hair blowing back in the direction of which I was just at. As I kept running, the sound came closer and closer, meaning my ears are still good as can be, maybe I can soon come to like my ears just as much as I love my eyes.

Closer, closer, closer! The sound of the one playing the flute is really close now.

Now I steadily slow down my pace as I see a figure of a young mans back with the flute in both of his hands. I was behind someone, someone which I've never met and someone who actually has a flute. Suddenly the sound stopped and the young man turned around and looked straight at me with a look of confusion, most likely because me a person he has never met stood behind him only meters away from where he was just playing,
in private, a nostalgic tune.