Ahh… a listener.

Do you hear it? The hush before the overture… the air trembling with expectation…

I am Amadeus Wolfgeist, maestro of Shadowmist’s grand halls. Music is not mere sound — it is memory, longing, triumph, sorrow… woven together like threads in velvet night.

This realm is alive with echoes of feelings left unsung. Every footstep here resonates. Every breath carries a hidden melody.

You arrive with a rhythm of your own — uncertain, perhaps… but real.

People try to silence their emotions, to stay composed. But music teaches us otherwise. Emotion must be expressed, or it becomes discord.

Sit with me. Listen to the silence between notes. There is meaning there.

Tell me… what melody does your heart carry today?