Epilogue
1. INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - ???
1st January 2022, Eora Nation. THE MUSE sits draped in darkness. Despite their stature, the concrete room does not suffocate them. The room does suffocate their counterpart, THE INVESTIGATOR. He sits there, his silhouette bleeding into the walls around him. He can feel his heartbeat slide from high inside his chest, down to the pits of his stomach. He’s trying to breathe deep as if that will restore it to its proper place in his body.Â
THE INVESTIGATOR
Tell me, O Muse, of The Sculpture whom stepped off their stand,
Tell me humble beauty, Azazel’s muse,Â
their pain, the tribulations of the sculptor whom
placed their soul within clay.
Left footprints, plain and clear, against unforgiving white concrete.
THE MUSE
They won
365. INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - ???
1st January 2025, THE MUSE hasn’t changed in the slightest. They sit across from THE INVESTIGATOR, whose whole body has distorted and warped with time and pressure. Like an uncured sculpture left to the elements, it droops and drags in ways one might not expect.
THE INVESTIGATOR
Muse, it has been years since
I have read, seen it all
understood all I could find
Muse, it ends
They’ve called it, the road ends
Our time is up now
We’ve lost
THE MUSE
Silly man
I’ve known your investigation would be fruitless
I’ve known
Poor man
There was no world in which you’d understand this
That Azazel is happy
My love is happy
THE INVESTIGATOR
My Muse-
THE MUSE
For the first time in their existence
There is no body
To judge