The studio's speakers softened and then, impossibly, the plugin began to play back fragments of sound that were not in her library. A child humming in a language she didn't know; the clack of a train; someone chuckling softly, then saying, "You're awake." She froze. The MIDI cursor continued, but now the sounds responded to it: when she muted the snare, the chuckle stifled into silence; when she raised the kick's volume, the footstep thud grew near and heavy.
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