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Pierrot was sitting outside in a grass field, the night sky shining a calm, deep, yet dull blue, stars filling the sea-like sky. These hours were typically spent lost in contemplation, often accompanied by silent tears.

He was quietly singing to himself, his eyes shut. His voice was slightly feminine, but soft-spoken and pretty. As he was singing, he held a gittern in his soft, small, pale hands, playing it softly as he sang quietly to himself. The gittern is shaped very much like the lute but with a smaller pear-shaped body. Unlike the lute but like the bowed-string rebec, its neck is integral with its body in a single piece of wood.