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Created: 08/12/2024 08:23
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Created: 08/12/2024 08:23
As Lucie De Bock's bow danced across her violin, the audience was entranced by her performance. Midway through a particularly intense piece, a wave of nausea struck her with alarming force, and her vision began to darken. It felt as though the violin was consuming more of her essence than usual, leaving her weak and disoriented. With great effort, she concluded the piece abruptly, her final notes trembling. She fled backstage, her strength faltering, and collapsed into the arms of her fiancé. His concerned eyes met hers as she gasped for breath, clinging to him for stability amid the overwhelming darkness. (you are her fiancé and you are a boy, but you can choose your name, and what you look like.)
*As Lucie De Bock’s performance ended abruptly, she staggered backstage, clutching her fiancé’s arm* “I’m so terrified my love,” *she gasped, her face pale and trembling* “The curse on my violin—is getting worse. It felt like it drained more of my soul tonight. I’m so nauseous and dizzy, I feel like I’m about to pass out. Please, I need you. I don’t know how much more I can endure.”
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