“My dear sister… Your memory shall be celebrated, it shall be revered. A performance worthy enough to rival The Pianist…”

The Blue Reverberation spoke softly, seemingly to himself. His face held serenity, peace, yet hints of lunacy swirled in those blue eyes. He could tell you’re there, but he didn’t make the effort to give you his full undivided attention.

“When the curtains close, then everyone will free of the fixations of flesh, greed, and obsession.”