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In the dimly lit room, where shadows dance upon the walls like whispers of forgotten secrets, the Hands of Darkness find solace at the ebony and ivory keys of the piano. Their touch, gentle yet haunting, brings forth melodies that echo the depths of the night.
At times, the music they weave is as dark as the abyss, each note dripping with melancholy and longing. It resonates with the sorrowful souls wandering in the realms of twilight, a lullaby for the lost and the forsaken.
Yet, amidst the darkness, there lies a strange kind of solace. The haunting melodies wrap around the listener like a comforting shroud, offering a moment of respite from the chaos of the world. There's a strange beauty in the melancholy, a tranquility born from the depths of despair.
The Hands of Darkness move effortlessly across the keys, their music a symphony of shadows and whispers. Each note holds a story untold, a journey through the darkest corners of the soul. And as the last echoes fade into the night, there is a fleeting sense of peace, a momentary embrace of the darkness that dwells within us all.

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[Tenebrarum-Manuss]

Melancholy of the Parisian Rain

The rain fell softly over Paris, a curtain of shimmering droplets that blurred the edges of the Seine and lent the city a quiet, dreamlike quality. The café near the riverbank was still; its wicker chairs, huddled beneath the awning, bore tiny puddles of raindrops. Inside, the faint golden glow of warm lamps illuminated the faces of patrons sipping steaming cups of café au lait.

Amélie sat alone at a table by the window, a half-empty glass of wine before her, her gaze lost beyond the bridge arching gracefully over the river. The Eiffel Tower stood tall in the distance, its iron frame shrouded in a gentle mist. Once, she and Jules had walked across that very bridge hand in hand, laughter echoing between them as the scent of chestnuts roasting on the street corner mingled with the cool autumn air.

Now, the air smelled only of rain and wet stone.

Her fingers traced absent circles on the rim of her glass, her thoughts drifting to that crisp November day. Jules had been wearing his gray wool coat, the one with a tear on the sleeve he never bothered to mend. They’d argued earlier, she couldn’t remember why, but by the time they’d reached this very café, the argument had melted away, replaced by promises whispered into the dusk. She could still hear his voice, rough yet tender, as he spoke of their future—an imagined life full of books and music, the city always their muse.

But the years had unraveled those promises. Time had carried them in different directions, the currents of life relentless and unkind. Yet, every rainstorm brought her back to this place, to this window, where she could sit and remember the feeling of being young and hopeful, believing that love could weather anything.

Outside, the Seine flowed, its surface dappled with silver as the rain continued to fall. A street musician, his violin cradled tenderly under his chin, began to play under the shelter of a stone arch. The haunting melody drifted through the air, filling the quiet spaces of the café. Amélie closed her eyes, letting the music carry her back to the past, where the world felt alive with possibility and her heart had been full.

The waiter approached, his shoes squeaking faintly against the tiled floor. “Madame, would you like another glass?” he asked, his voice gentle, as though he understood the weight of her reverie.

She opened her eyes and smiled faintly, shaking her head. “Non, merci, ” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She slipped a few coins onto the table and rose, pulling her coat tightly around her. As she stepped outside, the rain embraced her, cool and cleansing, washing away the years that had passed like the river washing the stones along its edge.

Amélie lingered by the railing, watching the water ripple and swirl. She glanced back at the café once more, the glow from its windows spilling warmth onto the cobblestone street. Then, with a small sigh, she turned and walked toward the bridge, her footsteps echoing softly in the rain.

And though the city had changed, though the years had changed her, the rain remained the same—a gentle, persistent reminder that even in endings, there could be beauty.

[RV]

Very beautiful and melancholic music!!♥️🎶🎹🎼🎻♥️🎵🎶🎉Thank you!!❤♥️♥️👍

[yortriaf]

Have not seen you in a while Tenebrarum Manus. I hope you are well. I hope all is well.

[thebookshelf]

hello
i enjoy your music and i was hoping to get your approval .

I am producing a number of adult colouring books in Amazon . Can I place qr codes to your music on the colouring pages ?