From 7e836dd2749df9f2a224044a0d81fcb34dbec5e0 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Sun, 8 May 2022 11:50:07 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/005.md | 2 +- 1 file changed, 1 insertion(+), 1 deletion(-) diff --git a/writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/005.md b/writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/005.md index fb9cba33..faed5db1 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/005.md +++ b/writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/005.md @@ -12,7 +12,7 @@ Southeast...how did he know that? There on that wall, shadows played. Shadows of leaves, the arc of a fountain. -And in that room, that soft rush of water only served to muffle the voices of so many others. They had to be the Artemisians. They had to be. But the water was just loud enough, added just enough white noise, that he could pick out no singular detail. There were fricatives. There were plosives. There were ejectives. +And in that room, that soft rush of water only served to muffle the voices of so many others. They had to be the Artemisians. They had to be. But the water was just loud enough, added just enough white noise, that he could pick out no singular detail. There were fricatives. There were plosives. There were sibilants. And the harder he listened, the more details he almost-but-not-quite heard. First there was the sound of a masculine voice, and then the sound of something more feminine. First there was the careful modulation of some machine-produced voice, then the melodious tones of something undeniably organic.