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A crimson violin with strings made of woven silver hair sits upon a floating stage in an abandoned opera house where the chandeliers still glow, though no flames flicker within them. Rows of empty seats stretch into darkness, and in the silence, the violin emits a soft, sorrowful note without being touched. Shadows move along the edges of the grand stage, silent figures frozen mid-performance, their bodies still poised in elegant ballet despite their hollow, featureless faces. , aidmabaldursgate3, aidmamj6.1, aidmafluxpro1.1