This was created on a whim while listening to music, I'm weird that way. I was not entirely sure about posting it as it is hard to put music into words but I hope you'll like it.

Also, Lilith has white hair since birth. She's not an albino, however. Again, I'm weird that way You'll understand why I mention this.

Was it music?

Vector thought he was imagining it. He opened his eyes, interrupting his commune with the hive and stood still, listening.

It was music, but it was not the song he was used to, the song all joiners hear. It was coming from the main holoroom and it had a different feel to it. He stood and followed it, walking down the corridor towards its source. He noticed that the main lights were off and thought it was strange but his mind decided not to give too much attention to such detail as the notes were providing guidance.

He entered the main room, quietly, letting his eyes adjust to the dim light cast by the consoles that were giving a soft yet colourful show and it almost seemed to him that the patterns formed by the blinking devices followed its dynamic.

His eyes focused on an instrument at the back of the room, the source of the upbeat tempo, providing a constant drumming reverberating throughout and a synth melody to accompany it. The synthesizer had been programmed to provide the background on which the main instrument was singing. It sounded like a viol, or some sort of string instrument, he could not tell but he did not care to know. He just decided to rest on a nearby seat and follow the music.

The verses conveying a sense of sadness and sweetness at the same time with a sequence of low tones and fast notes all leading to the refrain, a higher pitched arrangement of ups and downs, flowing faster always with that upbeat tempo in the background. It reminded him of the mountains of Alderaan, the notes drawing their shape as if on a clear night. Another verse, slower, like a lazy river flowing through valleys suddenly picking up, like the wind rising, plucking leaves from the trees and carrying them high towards those same mountains as the refrain played again, bringing a sense of peace and joy to his heart.

He listened for a while, his eyes focused on nothing specific, his mind traveling back to the planet. It was so very different from what he had heard before, so strange and yet so familiar. And, just as on a clear night the light reflected off the snowy heights, he caught a glimpse of that same reflection as the dim light was caught by snow white hair.

He did not notice her before, so entranced by the music. Facing the opposite wall, she was just a shadow moving against a darker backdrop and the source of the melody that painted such vivid images in his mind. As she played, she danced, like a wisp of smoke twirling in the breeze, gracefully changing shape, rising and falling, following the whims of the melody.

Had she noticed him? He did not want her to, afraid that his presence might spoil such expression and he found himself drawing back towards the darker corner of the room, hoping to become invisible. Somehow, he felt ashamed, lurking as he was, but he could not bear to look away. He was a witness to something secret, drawn by it, as a moth to a flame.

And as the melody died, she simply stopped. Vector kept his breath, unwilling to make a sound as she slowly began to make her way to her cabin, toward the front of the ship. She half turned her head, as if something had been glimpsed out of the corner of her eye. Vector was as still as a statue, almost terrified to make his presence known.

Then, she just disappeared. He could see the light from her room flooding the corridor as the door to her cabin opened. And just as it appeared, if disappeared once more, leaving him in darkness.