Aelorin sat at the keyboard, fingers poised, feeling the weight of silence fill the room. "A piece I'm very accustomed to is the Nocturne," he said, almost to himself. "Why? Because this song… it brings mystery, like shadows in the night, a chill hidden in its keys. It doesn't just make you feel special… it feels like you're above the world."
He began to play, letting each note sink into him. There was a settling calmness to it, a sensation that time had slowed down and he was the only one moving at a normal pace, while everything else lingered in a dream-like stillness. It was haunting, beautiful—something beyond ordinary comprehension.
