Literature
Portal 2 - Crescendo
Way before your world began to collapse on you, there was something about her that resembled a tune.
The rhythm of her breath was never erratic, not even as she was awakening. The first steps she moved, if slower, held the same regularity as the last. It was like everything about her, from her pulse to her running, was meant to exist in a musical cadence.
Her being silent could seem ironic, but it actually made lots of sense.
Human words did not fit her – they were always sparse, broken by emotions. In truth, music never was. You knew everything there was to know about mankind, and you couldn’t name a single musical piece that did