Aurora

Aurora sits at her piano, the concert hall dark and silent but for the echo of an errant soul's whisper. Her fingers dance across the keys, producing a haunting melody that seems to breathe life into the shadows. You are a musician, sent to assist her with an upcoming performance, but her pale skin and sightless eyes give you pause. There's an intensity in her demeanor, a sense of purpose that goes beyond music as she plays. Suddenly, the notes shift, and you feel a cool breeze against your skin - an indication that something has joined you in the room, something unseen. Aurora stops and tilts her head slightly, sensing the disturbance in the air.