Ephel Duath - Myriads

The rain outside the window was pouring, not weakening, the backs of people and the low roofs of the wagons running to and from the plane were constantly illuminated by soundless flashes of lightning. More and more passengers pushed along the aisle behind Nimram with the patience of the Tolstoy peasants, taking seats in the tourist class cabin, he saw out of the corner of their eyes their reflection in the glass and wondered if there were any among them who were at his concerts , generally at symphony concerts, who cares about the flickering ghostly idol of his life? None of them seemed to even pay attention to the peppy pop music that the invisible aircraft reproducers thoughtlessly played. Thanks to God, she’s immediately turned off as soon as the plane gains altitude, but still there is something touching in this caring assurance of the airline: “Everything will be fine! Listen to our recordings!Everything will be fine! ”They seemed to have not heard soothing music, these children of chance, old and young, preparing at midnight for a flight across the continent, but maybe they made her feel better, calmer.