Radiance wandered down the isle of crates, wondering where it had come from. A sound, simple and pure, but a beautiful one. Like a wind chime whispering to her in the middle of a city filled with noise, it was a gentle thing.
 
She had to find it.
 
The next isle showed no sign of life and she began meandering down it as well. The low lighting of the building did nothing to help the mare’s suspicious nature, she felt like she was being watched, but any and all workers for this district surely had gone home by now, yes?
 
yes…she was alone, she had to be, that creeping feeling of fear in the back of her head was natural.
 
She’d be fine.