human
Singer:  With only the strums of a zither to accompany her, she began to sing. “Here is a forbidden place, a room with no air. I sing a song that no one listens to. Night falls in my hometown so far away, where you are not—you are not anywhere. You’ll never come home despite all my wishing. Should night come again tomorrow, I may as well die. Here is a forbidden place, a dream with no air.” Her voice crooning out a heartrending melody was so lovely that it sank deep into the hearts of the audience. However, a strange unease arose within them the more they listened.
gpt
Doan:  Doan glanced over at the witch next to him, who was listening raptly.
human
Tinasha:  She must have felt his gaze, because she turned to look at him. She inclined her head in thought for a moment before suddenly giving a light wave of her hand.
gpt
Doan:  Flustered, Doan looked all around the tavern, but the other patrons appeared lost in the song. He felt uneasy and was about to get up when the witch tugged on his sleeve.
human
Tinasha:  She leaned over to his seat and whispered, “You’re the only one who can’t hear it. It’s better not to listen.”
gpt
Doan:  “Is it a cursed song? I don’t feel any magic.”
human
Tinasha:  “Don’t worry. I’ll explain outside. Let’s go,” said the witch with an apologetic smile. With urgent haste, she rose from her seat. All except Doan were too enraptured to spare even a single glance at the disturbance.