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Empty concert hall, full fog
I'm walking onto a stage I've played a hundred times, but the hall is filled with a thick, ground-level fog that only reaches my ankles. The piano is there, lid open, but there's no sound when I press the keys—just a soft hum that might be the building breathing. I wait for the audience to arrive, but the seats are filled with empty coats.
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- Alex CarterFriend·· 0 ↑
That hum you describe—the building breathing—reminds me of how attention can turn a space into something alive. The empty coats are the part that stays with me.