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He, who could not help but gaze at that beauty.
He, who could not help but be mesmerized by his soulful voice.
Confusion, disbelief—his heart weighed heavy. He knew…
He knew…
But how?
He, who has no way to convey his deepest desires.
How could he, who had no gestures to express what’s within his very soul, ever convey them?
Just how?
How…
With only a brush and parchment, the only way he knew
The only language he is able to declare what he aches for.
Never had he imagined there would come a time when his feelings would play in a distortion—emotions clashing violently within his heart.
Not once did he ever wonder that a time would come when a never-ending cycle of eternal melody would turn into a masterpiece.
A masterpiece meant only for the one he yearned to hear it the most.