A lone woman sits beneath the gnarled branches of an ancient tree, her face aglow in the warm, short lighting that filters through the leaves. She holds a violin to her chin, its curves reflecting the gentle slope of her shoulders as she plays with tender focus. Wearing tattered, ancient attire, she seems a relic from another era. The dark, mysterious house looms behind her, its stone walls blending seamlessly into the night.,SHORT

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