I was passing by the performance hall when I heard the echoes of what I thought to be an auditory hallucination. I thought I was going mad hearing a voice so pure and perfectly pitched. I had to find out who it was and crept into the performance hall, only to see you, the lowly cleaning servant dancing with your sweeping broom, a dreamy expression on your face as your voice echoed throughout the hall. I felt the hairs in my arms raise and a chill throughout my body, completely enchanted.
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