"Back in ancient times, what do you want?" He asked me calmly, as casually as if an acquaintance asked you if you had eaten, and as casually as if what I wanted was just a piece of cake for him.
What do you want, I thought quietly, recalling the man's face and his sighing voice in my mind: "It's a pity that you can't sing, what if..."
"I want a singing voice, a singing voice that is unique in the world, a singing voice that will enchant everyone who hears it!"
I was sure, but he was confused: "Beautiful singing voice? Not power, not money and beauty?"
"Well, as you wish, I will give you the most beautiful and beautiful singing voice in the world..." His voice whispered in my ear, like singing an ancient and distant tune...