First to come was the music. A lone piano, a woodwind ensemble, a vocal chorus; even,
somewhere, the whimsical tones of an electric guitar. Melodies played by a multitude of
instruments faded in and then out again, one after the other.
It wasn’t a real orchestra. It was unmistakably being played back - and its recording quality
was hardly the best, at that. It would have been extremely low-fidelity, even if I hadn’t been
underwater.
And then, suddenly, I noticed. That beyond where my eyes’ drifting focuses met, a tiny, pale
blue light was flitting back and forth, as though frolicking among the bubbles rising through the
water. It swam gleeful and free.
What...is that?
Next to enter my ears came the words, although they were in languages unknown to me. But
all of them were short, like words of greeting. Some of them even seemed as though I had
heard them somewhere before.
My consciousness dimmed once more, and I blinked, long and slow – and then he was there.
A child of gold.
Fate/Requiem, Volume 1, Prologue