When The Sunset Rose

The Legend Of The Whispering Soul

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The Legend went as follows the life of a Man. 
He begged and begged for food, any kind that would help me survive harsh days. With each glare of individuals that pass by him in his rugged clothing that are torn to shreds they couldn't help him. He lived the life of despair with such cruelty, making him wish to live somewhere that felt like home. He was just a guy that wanted a life that granted him something…something to be happy for.
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Every night, he'd pass by streets to find a place to feel warm and sink into unconsciousness. Almost all the times he couldn't, he'd either get scolded or tortured. Losing such sleep caused his skin to glow less, his face to replicate a skull, nourishment was gone, and limbs to grow weaker.
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Unfortunately, it never got better, the one night he was able to get a scrap of food and feel such warmth…he got murdered. 
A group of unidentifiable teens had bullied the man simply because they saw him play 'their' flute that wasn't ever theirs to begin with. 
The man found the flute in the rubbish completely safe and untouched, and grew attracted to it because of its soft whisperer flowing through the wind. 
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The flute had given him a miracle to his life, so he kept him in his torn pocket and played it at night to fall asleep. 
The teens heard it minutes away, and started verbally tormenting the man. He cried harshly and weeping in fear of getting his flute taken away. In order to not wake the people nearby, the teens had beaten him to keep him quiet. 
Dragging his feet to a nearby mountain edge to torment him and break his flute in front of his blood shot eyes full of tears.
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The man broke down in screams, seeing his flute flung to the edge of a mountain be broken into shards. He wished for nothing but something he'd be happy for…an ending to his pain. It was too late, the teens dragged him to the edge to fall into a sorrowful death. 
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The man's soul grew vengeful of the place and its people, his appearance took the form of a tall and slim figure, wearing a pitch black suit with golden accents to it, and a large black hat that covered his bloody skeleton face. 
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It was said by the people living in the area today, that they could hear sweet melodies coming from a flute at the late hour of the night. It's so hypnotic that it makes people leave their places to follow the sound in the harsh wind. Leading them to the nearby mountain where the man was murdered. 
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People have described seeing a tall man floating on the edge of the mountain playing his flute to lure you to your death suspecting you're the culprit for taking his life. 
Legend says that if the soul doesn't see you as the culprit he'll end up giving you a bright red rose near your porch as a way to let you go.