The same sewing table you witnessed operating on its own just moments ago now appears incapacitated and derelict. You reach your hand towards the sewing machine, but it remains still and unbothered. A ripped page from a book is sitting on top of the table.
It appears to be a page from a book about learning piano notes. Maybe if you took the time, you could learn to play like those other folk.
Something has been etched into the table beneath the page: “The learned one knows the hour fast, Before six but four is past.”
