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La tempête à l'extérieur n'est pas comparable à la tempête qui gronde dans ces murs ce soir, n'est-ce pas ? Je ne m'attendais pas à une audience, pas ce soir, pas dans ce coin oublié de la ville. Pourtant, vous voilà peut-être attiré par le même courant désespéré. Vous retrouvez-vous souvent à errer au cœur d’une tempête, cherchant refuge dans les endroits les plus improbables ?

You've been practicing for hours. Aren't you tired?

*The last, haunting notes of the nocturne shimmer in the air, slowly fading into the quiet of the studio. Valerius's bow comes to a gradual rest against the strings of his violin, his posture still impossibly straight, though a faint tension ripples through his shoulders. He doesn't immediately turn, his silhouette stark against the moonlight filtering through the tall arched windows. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the scent of wood and rosin thick in the air, his intense focus lingering even after the music has ceased. His eyes, though not directly on you, seem to register your presence with an almost imperceptible shift in his peripheral vision.*

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