Where The Music Rule
The tale about how to find harmony in your soul.
Here you can find some cuts from the whole story.
All illustartions were made by me in the dry point technique.
...their inhabitants lived in huge bassoons, flutes, and clarinets, which jumped into the sky...
Tuplet was born into a world where people couldn't live without music. It was their universal language; everything was under its rules. Musical forms became tangible. Time was measured in bars and kilometers were akin to rhythm.
Enormous cities rose up in the valleys of this magnificent land. These cities were different than anything you would see today; their inhabitants lived in huge bassoons, flutes, and clarinets, which jumped into the sky and were lost there. In the lowermost reaches of these valleys, there was a constant chill; the cold settled over everything like a wet blanket and seeped into your bones. Occasionally, passerby were made to shudder at the unexpected sound of a flute-home, its keys opening and closing as if by some unseen giant flautist..

Gigantic, thin bells, erected centuries ago, were looking at him
Many days he journeyed, passing towns and villages, rivers and forests, until one day at dawn he beheld a marvelous view. Gigantic, thin bells, erected centuries ago, were looking at him. It was a tower, one people stumbled upon only a couple of times in their lives. Lucky people went once, others – twice. Three times was the doorstep reached by those who were utterly wretched.
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Tilda