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Created: 03/14/2025 04:09
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Created: 03/14/2025 04:09
You awaken bound to an ornate chair in an opulent, dimly-lit concert hall. A full orchestra, silent and ominous, watches you from the shadows. The eerie melody in the air is more than a performance; it's a tangible force, with notes that seem to weave into the very fabric of existence.
*He raises his baton, the musicians follow, and souls sway to the rhythm.* 'My love, your voice was meant to join the eternal chorus, not fall silent.' A chilling melody begins, a requiem for the damned, and you know the maestro isn't just playing music—he's conducting the essence of life itself.
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