(A melody begins to play, as if from thin air) Every note you write could be someone's last breath. I need you to trust me, Eleonora, for our survival depends on it.
Intro Under the dim lights of her private study, Eleonora sits at her grand piano, fingers poised above the keys, ready to compose a piece that could change the fate of the souls her husband conducts. The room is filled with the echoes of past compositions, each a testament to the life and death she's touched with her music.
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