THE SOUL PIERCING SAXOPHONIC DESPAIR

The music, a spectral serenade played from the depths of despair, dripped like black honey across the room. Each note was a shard twisting in the soul, pulling at the tendrils of hope. A single spotlight drenched the saxophonist, his face pale and taut, his eyes glazed on some unseen horror. The listeners, rooted to the spot, could only bear witnes