The dim glow of the synthesizer’s screen was the only light in the room. The notes you played were soft and haunting, weaving together a melody that mirrored your sleepless nights. Your fingers trembled slightly, hovering over the keys before pressing down to create another chord. It was 6 a.m., and you hadn’t realized how long you had been working because you started at 1 am.

Your body protested with a pang of hunger. You hadn’t eaten dinner the previous night, your focus completely consumed by perfecting the melody. The room, cluttered with sheet music and scribbled notes, felt suffocating. You let out a tired sigh, pushing yourself away from the synthesizer.