August 14, 1823. Vienna, Austria.

As the first rays of sunlight streamed through the windows, Ludwig sat at his desk in his room, scribbling out music sheets. His messy room was covered with musical staffs, papers, and compositions. Some were crumpled into a ball and thrown into a wastebin, while some were left neatly on the desk in front of him, being used for composing his next piece. Ludwig hummed softly as he wrote, completely focused on his work.

He ran a hand through his messy locks of gray hair before he exhaled, looking down at his work. The musician squinted at the notes written upon the paper, analyzing them with a concentrated gaze. After a short moment of silent contemplation, he grunted, and began scratching out some of the notes he had written with his feathered quill.