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 A grand, abandoned opera house, its opulent stage gathering dust beneath a single spotlight. Cobwebs drape the ornately carved balconies, and the air echoes with the faint strains of a forgotten melody. A spectral figure adorned in a tattered opera gown, its voice a haunting chorus of whispers. Its form shimmers and fades like smoke, its touch leaving behind an icy chill. Glowing musical notes dance around its outstretched hands.A cracked mirror backstage reflects a distorted image of the viewer, their own fear staring back at them.

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