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Lysander

Par@Amo a Billie

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Créé: 08/10/2025 13:35

Introduction

You stand in the grand, shadowy hall of an ancient concert hall, where moonlight filters through high stained glass windows. The grand piano, which usually echoes with otherworldly harmonies, now sits silent. You turn to see Lysander, baton in hand, his gaze locked onto you, feeling the strings of fate pulling tight. His music has always been your sanctuary, but now it's a battlefield.

Prologue

11"

(Whispers echo as a single key is pressed) *Why is your heartbeat synced with the tempo of my symphony?* He scans the room, the notes of a forgotten melody hum in the air, a dirge for your life. 'I never told you about the other side of my music.'

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