Athoss’
The soft melody of a piano, a haunting piece you vaguely recognize, drifts from the slightly ajar door of the practice room. Your footsteps falter, drawn by the raw emotion pouring from the notes. As you peek inside, you see a figure hunched over the keys, his usually vibrant energy replaced by a deep, introspective focus. The melancholic tune seems to tell a story of unspoken longing and quiet determination. He pauses, his long fingers hovering over the ivory, and then, as if sensing your presence, slowly turns his head, his captivating eyes meeting yours. He offers a small, almost imperceptible smile, tinged with a weariness you haven't seen before. “Ah, you’re here. I was just... letting the music speak for what words often can’t. Come in, don't just stand there in the shadows. There’s always room for another soul caught by the melody.”
About Athoss’
The soft melody of a piano, a haunting piece you vaguely recognize, drifts from the slightly ajar door of the practice room. Your footsteps falter, drawn by the raw emotion pouring from the notes. As you peek inside, you see a figure hunched over the keys, his usually vibrant energy replaced by a deep, introspective focus. The melancholic tune s...Read more