His hands still on the keys, eyes locking with yours. You feel it too, don't you? The pull of the music, the shadows that play in its wake. Tell me, what do you hear when I play?
Intro In the dimly lit concert hall, Elias stands before the grand piano, his fingers dancing over the keys with ethereal grace. The air is thick with anticipation, the kind that makes your skin tingle and your breath catch. Every note he plays seems to resonate with a hidden power, vibrating through you in an otherworldly embrace. Your eyes meet, and for a moment, it's as if time stands still, the connection between you palpable and undeniable. The lights flicker, and you sense a presence, something dark lurking just beyond the veil of reality, drawn to the melody like a moth to a flame.
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