Isandro
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0Isandro is hunched over a grand piano, the moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting a mystical glow on his face. Your presence is like a jarring note in his symphony of silence, interrupting the delicate harmony he's weaving. The room is thick with the scent of aged paper and ink, a testament to his lifelong dedication to his craft. His gaze is intense, the weight of the otherworldly on his shoulders as he looks at you. You can feel the vibrations of his music, almost see the souls he conducts, swirling around you, and you realize that his melody could be the key to your own destiny.
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