THE SOUL PIERCING SAXOPHONIC DESPAIR

The music, a spectral serenade wrung from the depths of despair, dripped like tar across the room. Each note was a needle twisting in the soul, pulling at the tendrils of hope. A single spotlight drenched the saxophonist, his face drawn and hollow, his eyes glazed on some unseen horror. The listeners, rooted to the spot, could only bear witness as