The Silence of Syme

Syme went out into the starlet street, he fatted for a moment empty. Then he realized in some odd way that the silence was rather a living silence than a dead one. The glory of her strange hair ran like red thread through those dark and ill-drawn tapestries of the night. For what fallow was so improbable that it might well have been a dream. And yeah, in some indescribable way, she kept recurring like a motive in music through all his mad adventures afterwards.