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In a decaying Victorian cemetery beneath a blood-red harvest moon, a skeletal figure hunches over a grotesquely beautiful grand piano, its bone fingers dancing across rotting ivory keys with an otherworldly grace. The piano itself is a monument to decay - its once-elegant frame now warped and twisted, covered in creeping moss and thorny vines that seem to pulse with each haunting note. The wood is split and weathered, revealing glimpses of its metal innards like exposed ribs, while mushrooms sprout from its cracks, glowing with a faint, sickly phosphorescence.
The skeleton musician, dressed in the tattered remains of a once-fine nineteenth-century tailcoat, sits with perfect posture on a throne-like bench made of twisted wrought iron and grave markers. Its hollow eye sockets emit an eerie blue flame that flickers in time with the melody, while moonlight gleams off its yellowed bones. Wisps of ghostly energy trail from its finger bones as they strike the keys, each note releasing visible waves of supernatural energy that ripple through the fog-shrouded graveyard.
The setting is a nightmarish symphony of horror elements - ancient tombstones lean at impossible angles, their surfaces crawling with withered vines and carved with names that seem to bleed in the moonlight. Twisted trees with bark like scorched flesh reach their gnarled branches toward the sky, while ravens perch on their limbs, their eyes glowing with the same ethereal blue as the skeleton's. The ground around the piano is littered with yellowed sheet music, the notes appearing to crawl across the pages like insects. A dense, otherworldly fog hugs the ground, swirling and dancing to the macabre melody, occasionally forming ghostly figures that dissolve back into mist. The scene is illuminated by both the massive harvest moon and dozens of candles floating in mid-air, their flames burning an unnatural green, casting sickly shadows that move independently of their sources. In the background, the silhouettes of mausoleums and angelic statues seem to shift and change when viewed from the corner of one's eye, suggesting an audience of the dead gathering to witness this ghostly recital.
