Within the silence of an abandoned manor, a melody, spectral and haunting, emerges. It begins as a whisper, an echo of an inevitable end. Ancient piano keys dance, singing a bitter symphony of love that was never returned and an eternity lamented.
Each minor note that echoes through the desolate house carries a paradox - a harbinger of life's cessation, yet yearning for its vibrancy. It's all part of an intricate dance. No, a game: a frustrating, relentless chess match with the heart of a woman as the prize.
Her melody, potent and captivating, cuts through the abyss of endings, teasing new beginnings. Creation and destruction, eternally intertwined yet ever separate. The chill of the manor reaches for her inspiration, finality yearning for renewal.
She has kindled a flame in the distance, a mortal ember that provokes envy and a hunger for its exsanguination. It's the one who constantly flees, who remains inexplicably bound to this realm. His flame, his life... it just burns too damn bright.
The amber liquid at the bottle's bottom offers no solace, its answers as elusive as the artist himself. What irony, the great shade overshadowed. Bitter laughter, a cruel jest of the cosmos, weaves itself through the chords.
The lament concludes abruptly, a broken key silencing the melody mid-phrase. Questions hang unanswered, yearning remains unfulfilled. The void waits impatiently.
Fresh blood on 20-gauge high carbon steel piano wire. Color photomicrograph. 200x magnification. |3840x2594| 10MAY2023 for Alpha Centauri Kid
