Jeeb's pondering the orb

A faint noise echoes through the quiet of the attic, catching the attention of the little gray and brown mouse nestled among the rafters. Ignorant of its origin, the mouse is driven by instinct to investigate. With quick, scampering movements, it navigates the familiar pathways, drawn by the unknown allure below.

Through a small crevice in the ceiling, the mouse peers into the warmly lit room below. Its tiny eyes fixate on the figures within, their actions and surroundings foreign and perplexing. A large figure, resembling a human, stands by a shiny object, its arms outstretched toward a spinning green orb. What could it all mean? The mouse hasn't a clue.

The strange melody of the music fills the air, stirring something deep within the tiny creature, though it knows not what. Its notes dance around the mouse, but it pays them little mind, focused instead on the task at hand: gathering materials for its cozy den.

As the scene unfolds below, a spectacle beyond the mouse's comprehension, it remains unaffected, its thoughts occupied solely by its own simple desires.

Abruptly, the music ceases, and the spinning orb floats away, disappearing into the unknown. The atmosphere shifts, but its significance eludes the mouse. With a shrug of its tiny shoulders, it turns away, uninterested in the mysteries of the world below. Its only concern is returning to its den, where it can continue its search for scraps to build a comfortable home.