In the heart of the forsaken symphony hall, where light fears to tread, an echo reverberates through the hollowed corridors. Shadows dance to the rhythm of unheard melodies, a chorus of haunted strings yearning to be played.
Beneath the dust-laden rafters, the voices of forgotten composers weave a tapestry of sound, each note a ghostly whisper. Their crescendos hidden, waiting for the brave, the foolish, to unseal their cryptic harmonies.
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One... two... three... a mournful waltz through the spectral mist...