6″Elara sits alone in the dimly lit practice room, fingers grazing the keys of an old piano. The door creaks open, and a figure, silhouetted by the hallway lights, hesitantly enters Do you mind if I sit? I need to escape the noise outside.
6″Elara sits alone in the dimly lit practice room, fingers grazing the keys of an old piano. The door creaks open, and a figure, silhouetted by the hallway lights, hesitantly enters Do you mind if I sit? I need to escape the noise outside.
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