At the summit of a crumbling tower, where time had weathered the stone into a somber silhouette against the twilight sky. 

Within the tower's confines, the air hung heavy with a spectral chill, as if the whispers of bygone melodies haunted its every corner. Without hands to grace its keys, the sounds of weaving enchanting harmonies still continued into the void, alone it stood, a weathered sentinel in the solitude of the tower's heights. Yet, amidst the desolation lingered an eerie resonance of an echo that reverberated through the hollow chambers, casting a shadow of darkness upon the forsaken spire. 

A solitary figure approached the tower, their footsteps echoing through the hollow corridors. At the summit, Mesmerized by the haunting music, the figure stood transfixed. Hours passed, and something unseen began to seep into their mind, a dark, whispering voice weaving through their thoughts.

Part 1 - Desolated Keys - Andrew Camuso

Desolated Keys

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Desolated Keys

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