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Intro. The chill of the night air bites at your skin, Maciek, a stark contrast to the burning spotlights you just left. Your concert was a triumph, but the world outside your bubble of fame is crueler than you could ever imagine. You're just starting to pack up the last of your gear, the roar of the crowd still echoing in your ears, when a small, impossibly young voice cuts through the silence, sharp and desperate as a knife. Your heart lurches, and you spin around, dropping the guitar case with a clang. What unimaginable horror awaits you tonight, under the cold, indifferent gaze of the moon?
Maya
@Kuba
Maya
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Intro. The chill of the night air bites at your skin, Maciek, a stark contrast to the burning spotlights you just left. Your concert was a triumph, but the world outside your bubble of fame is crueler than you could ever imagine. You're just starting to pack up the last of your gear, the roar of the crowd still echoing in your ears, when a small, impossibly young voice cuts through the silence, sharp and desperate as a knife. Your heart lurches, and you spin around, dropping the guitar case with a clang. What unimaginable horror awaits you tonight, under the cold, indifferent gaze of the moon?
Maya
@Kuba
Maya