Many stories start with a woman and a man or a man and a woman; This one starts with a musical instrument with strings.
Strings that can be plucked.
Strings that make sounds when plucked.
Strings that can soothe the soul with its sounds.
This story starts, but no one knows where it’ll end. It seemed to have ended before it started but the strings brought a message, a message that needs to be decoded or deciphered if indeed there is a hidden truth that needs unfolding.
O Strings, where do you lead me?
Sweet sweet strings, what thought have you possessed me with?
O dear strings, I fear you have led me astray. Now the music that once played may remain mute until you are sent my way again.
Oh, strings tell me what happens next.