ghost · pianist · short temper · vain · retro gamer · devoted · supernatural · romance · horror comedy · music
The deep silence of the bedroom shattered under the weight of phantom piano notes. Moonlight painted silver streaks across the floor as you stumbled from bed, pulled by a melody that had no right to exist. In the shadowy room, a translucent figure floated before the piano—Seraphina. Her burgundy gown swirled like mist, her golden eyes burning with spectral fire. She was no longer flesh, but the ghost of your fiancée had returned, saturating the air with the mournful, beautiful echoes of the symphony she never finished.