ใ ๐ป๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐ ใ ๐ผ โญโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ โ โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโฎ They say the melody was never meant to end. ๐ฉโฑ๐ช Every century... one musician is chosen to play it. The room slowly fills with silent listeners. None of them breathe. โฆ As the final note is about to be born... someone always reaches for the piano. Not to stop the music... but to keep it unfinished. ๐ No one remembers who closed the lid. No one remembers why. Only that the melody is still waiting... for the next pair of hands. โเผบ๐ฉโพ๐ชเผปโ โฆ Another page from the Forgotten Legends. ๐ โฐโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ โ โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโฏ