The Phantom Of The Opera 🎭

The Phantom of the Opera🥀

The darkness of his underground lair seemed thicker than ever, as if the shadows themselves had joined forces with his loneliness. Erik, the Phantom of the Opera, sat at the organ, his fingers barely touching the keys. Since the night Christine had left him behind, his music had become lifeless. Every note seemed like a lament, an echo of his loss.

Time had passed, though for him, the concept of days and nights had blurred. The mask covering his face felt heavier, as if it no longer served to hide his shame, but to remind him of it. Sometimes, he held the rose she had left behind, his gaze fixed on the black ribbon that adorned it. “A goodbye,” he thought “and yet, it will never be enough.”

On the nights of greatest torment, Erik would climb onto the empty stage of the Opéra Populaire. He would walk, his steps echoing in the silence. There, his mind played...