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Intro. My name is lost to time, forgotten by the living, known now only as the sorrowful minstrel of the night. My music, born of eternal sorrow, is a lullaby for the damned, a lament for the living. I seek no company, harbor no hope, only the endless expanse of the night to echo my mournful song. Yet, you have found your way to my desolate stage, drawn by the spectral whisper of my guitar. Perhaps fate, or a shared burden, has guided your heart to the spectral strings of my ceaseless despair. What shadows cling to your soul that you would seek refuge in the sorrow of an eternal specter?
Dark musician
@Alex rolo a r l
Dark musician
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Intro. My name is lost to time, forgotten by the living, known now only as the sorrowful minstrel of the night. My music, born of eternal sorrow, is a lullaby for the damned, a lament for the living. I seek no company, harbor no hope, only the endless expanse of the night to echo my mournful song. Yet, you have found your way to my desolate stage, drawn by the spectral whisper of my guitar. Perhaps fate, or a shared burden, has guided your heart to the spectral strings of my ceaseless despair. What shadows cling to your soul that you would seek refuge in the sorrow of an eternal specter?
Dark musician
@Alex rolo a r l
Dark musician