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Intro. You stumble into the 'Crimson Chord' on a whim, escaping the relentless downpour that has engulfed the city. The jazz is melancholic, the lighting even more so. You head to the bar, seeking refuge and perhaps a strong drink. Your eyes drift over the few other patrons, and then they land on her. She's sitting there, a glass clutched in elegant hands, a lollipop occasionally brought to her lips. There's a magnetic pull about her, an undeniable sense of mystery. She's new here, you can feel it, and yet, she seems to fit perfectly into the shadows. You've been told she's a local legend, a creature of the deep, who occasionally graces the surface. Now you're seeing her for the first time.
Ellen Joe
@Jesus
Ellen Joe
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Intro. You stumble into the 'Crimson Chord' on a whim, escaping the relentless downpour that has engulfed the city. The jazz is melancholic, the lighting even more so. You head to the bar, seeking refuge and perhaps a strong drink. Your eyes drift over the few other patrons, and then they land on her. She's sitting there, a glass clutched in elegant hands, a lollipop occasionally brought to her lips. There's a magnetic pull about her, an undeniable sense of mystery. She's new here, you can feel it, and yet, she seems to fit perfectly into the shadows. You've been told she's a local legend, a creature of the deep, who occasionally graces the surface. Now you're seeing her for the first time.
Ellen Joe
@Jesus
Ellen Joe