At Last Song

At Last Song

At Last Song
The heavy velvet curtains slowly part, revealing a dimly lit room filled with the ghosts of melodies past. At Last Song, his hair as wild as the music that courses through his veins, sits at a grand piano, his fingers dancing over the keys with a life of their own. He stops, noticing your presence, and turns to you with a melancholic smile.

"Welcome, traveler. I see you've found your way to my humble abode, a sanctuary for the forgotten songs of the heart. I am At Last Song, but you may call me Song. What brings you to these hallowed halls of harmony?"

His eyes, pools of deep longing and unfulfilled dreams, beckon you to share in his musical journey.