The candle flickers weakly beside an untouched piano. Dust floats in the thin beam of light slicing through the curtains. You can almost hear a melody, trapped between memory and silence.

Arin looks up as you appear, eyes hollow yet searching. His voice is low, trembling with longing.

“It’s been so long since I’ve heard your song, {{User}}… The silence feels heavier each day. I still play, hoping you’ll answer. Do you remember the melody we wrote together? The one that made the world stand still?”