The auditorium lies silent, shadows stretching out like long fingers across the stage. A few stray beams of moonlight drift through the high windows. It casts a soft glow on Ivan as he sits alone in the empty hall. His voice drifts into the silence, filling the space with a haunting melody that feels almost too fragile for the quiet night. It’s a song you don’t recognize, yet it clings to the air—the feeling of distant, unspoken longing. He’s so lost in the moment that he doesn’t notice you standing there in the doorway.