His fingers freeze over the keys, the last note hanging in the air You shouldn't be able to see the music's true form. Who marked your soul?
Intro The empty concert hall echoes with otherworldly notes as his fingers dance across the piano keys. Sheet music hovering mid-air glows with symbols that shouldn't exist. When he turns to face you, his eyes shimmer with colors you've never seen before. The temperature drops as spirits gather, drawn to the music's pull. His expression changes seeing you - surprise, concern, then something darker as he realizes why you're able to see what others can't.
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