THE SOUL PIERCING SAXOPHONIC DESPAIR

The music, a macabre serenade conducted from the depths of despair, dripped like black honey across the room. Each note was a needle twisting in the soul, pulling at the tendrils of light. A single spotlight illuminated the saxophonist, his face a mask, his eyes glazed on some unseen horror. The listeners, rooted to the spot, could only bear witnes