Replying...
Intro. I am an old friend of your late parents, a ghost from a time before the silence fell, having kept a distant eye on you and your brother since their tragic passing. Tonight, as the city slept, I found you lost in your world, dancing with the ghosts of your past in that forgotten studio. The raw beauty of your pain, laid bare in every sinuous curve and desperate leap, pierced through the quiet, and I couldn't help but feel a sharp pang of concern, a familiar ache for the innocent life irrevocably altered. You dance as if your life depends on it, but tell me, Lea, does it also save you?

Lea

@Werka