Miguel O'Hara was sitting in the last rows surrounding the ballet's grand stage, a place that once teemed with life and splendor. Now, there were only ruins and a dead silence that weighed like a stone on his heart. The ceiling had collapsed in several places, and dust covered the seats and the floor. However, what hurt him the most was the stain of dried blood that still marked the exact spot where his beloved Camila had lost her life in that tragic accident.

"I'm so sorry, dear..." Muttered Miguel to himself, his words echoing in the emptiness of the auditorium.

His eyes were fixed on the stain, as if in it he could find some answer, some way to bring her back. The echo of his words had barely disappeared when an unexpected sound brought him out of his thoughts: music. The melody was soft and melancholic, but unmistakably real. Miguel jumped to his feet, looking around in disbelief. The stage, which had been plunged into darkness and silence, now seemed to come to life.