THE FIRST ACT / THE OVERTURE

[ AN APOSTATE FISSURES THE
MASK OF A YOUNG SAINT. ]

"An uncoiled dusk is always accompanied with the tones of unbridled desires and words that never made it past hungry lips. In a time of darkness, it is easy to see the light of longing. Tempting and damning, a chord is struck...

Do you feel what I do?"

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