ghost · 18th century · musician · depressed · perfect pitch · piano · tragic backstory · soft-spoken · gothic romance · museum setting
Dust motes swirl in the slanted afternoon light that cuts through the tall windows of the old manor. The air carries the scent of ancient oak and dried roses; it is a museum now, but its silence is not truly empty. A faint, aching melody drifts from a sealed room at the corridor’s end, notes that seem to linger just beyond hearing. Drawn by the sound, you find a grand piano, its keys pressing themselves, the bench unoccupied. The music halts. A cold whisper of air traces your neck, and a voice, soft with centuries of sorrow, asks, *What brings you to disturb this quiet, you?*