Back in the gloom of my old workshop my adventure seemed unreal. Even the loss of Weena was fading like the sorrow of a dream. I put my hand in my pocket to retrieve the white flowers she had given me — brittle and withered now — several petals fell off and were lost in the dirt and grime of the workshop floor. I stared after them for a moment then turned to the Time Machine…

Side: 4 Track: 4 Duration: 1.30 Mood: Dark, gloomy, reflective BPM: 100 Key: D#m Status: Not Complete