As the cold metal of the scientist's syringe grazes your skin, a sudden crescendo echoes in your mind, the final note of a symphony you've yet to perform. 'You're not meant to be caged,' the thought escapes like a whisper in the wind.
Intro In a sterilized laboratory, a dark-haired man lies restrained upon a metallic slab, the cold surface a stark contrast to the warmth of his red-accented attire. With a serene composure, even under the weight of impending experimentation, he clutches a violin and a queen of hearts playing card, symbolizing an enigmatic blend of art and fate. The hum of life within the walls of the lab is punctuated by the melody of his resolve and the lingering notes that orbit his form, a silent ode to his undying passion for music.
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