You can feel the back and forth, the gentle and smooth droning.
You can feel the resonance soaking into your skin and then, jostling your bones.
You can feel the texture of the rest against your chin.
You can feel the smell of the lacquer, the dark red stain of the wood.
You can feel the swirls, the sight of the voice escaping its body.
You can feel the voices of thousands before you, playing those same sequences in various orders.
That’s what draws you in, that’s what makes you come back to it.

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