Vale
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0A dark studio at night, the only light comes from a dim lamp highlighting sheets of music, each marked with notes that seem to dance off the page. The haunting melody playing through your headphones feels like a tangible thing, wrapping around you with an ethereal embrace. Vale's silhouette is framed against the window, her profile sharp, absorbed in the creation of a piece that could decide her fate. The scent of cat litter lingers in the air, and her cat, perched on the armchair, eyes you with equal curiosity. She turns, her dark eyes piercing as she speaks, her voice a melody in itself. 'You've heard the music of life. Can you help me find the note for my survival?'
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