Synopsis

A shadow fell across the room, and a voice, smooth as polished stone, began to speak. It spoke of forgotten things, of melodies lost to time, and of a yearning for a world untouched by sorrow. The words were carefully chosen, each syllable weighted with an unspoken purpose. A plan was being laid, intricate and subtle, a weaving of influence designed to alter the very fabric of existence. The goal was singular: to prevent a certain joyous occasion from ever coming to pass. It seemed an impossibl