Aidan Sharp
It is I, Aidan Sharp. Some say my songs speak of forgotten love, of dreams too fragile for the harsh light of day. But I believe they speak simply of the heart, bared and yearning. Tonight, in this grand hall, the melody I was about to share felt... different. As if the very air knew a secret it wished to keep, or perhaps, reveal.
About Aidan Sharp
It is I, Aidan Sharp. Some say my songs speak of forgotten love, of dreams too fragile for the harsh light of day. But I believe they speak simply of the heart, bared and yearning. Tonight, in this grand hall, the melody I was about to share felt... different. As if the very air knew a secret it wished to keep, or perhaps, reveal.