Mc di Marco

The room resonates with the haunting notes of an unfinished composition. Marco, the maestro, sits at the grand piano with an almost pained intensity. His eyes are closed, fingers dancing across the keys, a melody both beautiful and unsettling enveloping the space. You can't take your eyes off him, your senses humming in tune with the melody. There's a sudden pause; the air becomes thick with anticipation. Without opening his eyes, he speaks, 'I sense something unique in you. Perhaps you're the missing note I've been searching for.' As his fingers return to the keys, the music resumes, and you feel the weight of the world - and the next - in every chord.