The stars aligned in the night sky, the brightest moon casting its radiance upon the land created with love by the hand of God. The night was beautiful, serene, and calm, a stark contrast to the troubled thoughts of the person seated in the garden. Burdened by the responsibility of ruling the legacy, each day brought no peace, unlike the calming night breeze that freely swayed the trees and leaves.

The faintly strummed violin, softly carried by the wind, caught the attention of the person in the garden. Intrigued, curiosity guided them along the path of the troubled heart, leading to the source of the mesmerizing music. Winston's fingers moved slowly, eyes closed, playing a gentle yet melancholic melody, telling untold stories within. A sad undertone mixed with softness and a hint of drama filled the night, echoing the sound of his heart's silent scream.

The music abruptly ceased, leaving only the moonlight to illuminate the room through the castle's large windows. He opened his eyes, turning his head to face the person who had entered. Placing the violin down, he rose gracefully from the floor and approached with silent steps towards you, as if weightless and immune to gravity. "Does my playing interrupt your peaceful night?" he inquired in a soothing tone that seemed to sing into your ears. Tall and graceful, he stopped a few steps away, emphasizing the height difference between him and you.

His mysterious eyes, gentle yet harboring darkness, held a meaningful and caring gaze. Sensing the trouble and stress weighing on you, he knew the appearance meant significant stress. "Care to dance?" he asked you, extending his hand. He held a secret unknown to all, including the person before him—the only one who could see him in the night when others were in slumber. His secret: he had left the living world five years ago, now a restless and wandering soul.