The Sounds Of Grief

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╰┈➤ This chapter contains spoilers and I would also like to give credits to void-king-art on Tumblr for their art that inspired me to make this chapter now enjoy the story :)

╰┈➤ This chapter contains spoilers and I would also like to give credits to void-king-art on Tumblr for their art that inspired me to make this chapter now enjoy the story :)

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Soft melodies filled the air, drifting through the corridors of the hotel like a gentle breeze. The sound of a piano, its keys caressed with a delicate touch, echoed through the halls, infusing the atmosphere with a sense of tranquility and serenity.

Each note seemed to linger in the air, lingering like a whispered secret, as the pianist's fingers danced across the keys with practiced precision. The music was hauntingly beautiful, its melodies weaving a tapestry of emotions that touched the heart and soul of all who heard it.

As you listened to the music, you felt a sense of calm wash over you like a warm embrace. The soft melodies seemed to transport you to another world, a world where worries and cares faded away, leaving only the beauty and grace of the music behind.

And so, as the piano continued to play, its melodies weaving a spell of enchantment, you allowed yourself to be swept away by the music, losing yourself in its gentle embrace. In that moment, there was nothing else in the world but the music and the peace it brought to your soul.

The music that filled the hotel was hauntingly beautiful, its melodies weaving a spellbinding tapestry of sound that captured the heart and soul of all who heard it. Each note seemed to carry with it a sense of longing and melancholy, a bittersweet reminder of the fleeting nature of time and the beauty that lies within it.

As the piano played on, its haunting melodies echoed through the halls, filling the air with a sense of ethereal beauty. The pianist's fingers danced across the keys with a grace and precision that spoke of years of practice and dedication, each note ringing out clear and true.

There was a rawness to the music, a depth of emotion that transcended words and reached into the very core of your being. It was as if the pianist were pouring their heart and soul into each note, baring their innermost thoughts and feelings for all to hear.

And as you listened to the haunting melodies, you couldn't help but be moved by the sheer beauty and power of the music. It was a reminder of the beauty that lies within the world, even in the darkest of times, and a testament to the enduring power of the human spirit to find solace and peace in the midst of chaos and uncertainty.

Each note that emanated from the piano seemed to hang in the air like a delicate thread, suspended in time as if reluctant to depart from the ethereal realm it had created. The sound of each keystroke resonated through the room, filling every corner with its presence and leaving a lasting impression on all who heard it.

As the pianist's fingers gracefully danced across the keys, each note seemed to take on a life of its own, weaving a complex tapestry of sound that captivated the senses. The music reverberated through the space, its echoes lingering long after the final chord had faded into silence.

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