The piano keys sunk as ghostly fingers danced along them. Kumiko's transparent figure danced around the grand instrument and the performer. Her feet hit the ground at each tempo. She hummed softly and Deemo smiled. The end came about and the ghostly figures vanished. The single white rose, who shriveled up due to its lack of water, was now full and sitting in a glass vase along with a black rose. Wind came through the cracked windows and blew the last sheet of stained music.
'For My Dearest Kumiko..'
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Deemo
FantasyDeemo is a creature that lives by himself. But one day, he gets a surprise that may change him.
