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The song of sorrow, played by a dead man's harp, nearly woke all the passengers of the old gondola. Its passengers, clearly aware now of their faith, what awaited them was more terrifying than any sorcery could have conjured at the time, that their hearts pounded at the rhythmic life. In multiple occasions their souls were summoned and their hearts tried to be steered in the right direction. yet it seemed its sounds were faintly heard by the deceased monarch.

“I life wasted on swordsmanship, semblance and sagacious life style…all for nothing!”
Heart dissolving melody had however effected several other passengers of the gondola. A nearly cheerful handsomest couple, were throwing sympathetic smiles, ignoring the preternatural horror that awaiting them. Across from them a melancholic mercenary, sat agonizing, torturing himself over some great crimes, too horrible to be entirely concealed, he irreparably became a bugbear. A sinister symbol was drawn in his flesh, revealing his once mortal nature.

Monarch heart was impenetrable both in life an it’s now eternal after life, yet the Death personal musician had being a young resolute prince of music upon his life, too the great dislike of the monarch. They’re were of equal roots, both stubborn even after there body’s had being consumed and rooted away.

But even the musician, who’s hands touch the very harp of heavens, one who brought them the celestial light, felted the dreaded hand of corruption and self-guilt, invading his mind.

“I’m without words, the melody that you have conjure for us…broken and sadden soul, has being of excellent taste. But I advice you, to tent to wounds of your heart.” The musician observed the gondola, only to find a sad smile gleaming faintly from an aristocratic figure. Musician wrapped in silent meditation.

Obscurity of both figures puzzled all those riding the gondola, dead monarch, aristocratic shadowy figure.