He stood at the edge of the crowd, the air thick with the scent of ozone and anticipation. Then, the first notes of rippled through the darkness—a sharp, cinematic pluck that cut through the chatter like a blade.

Shelby Merry’s voice drifted in, haunting and ethereal: "When darkness comes..."

The music finally faded into a rhythmic hum, leaving Elias breathless in the sudden silence of the warehouse. He walked out into the cool night air, the melody still ringing in his ears, realizing that sometimes you have to wait for the dark to truly see the light.

The floor of the warehouse was a graveyard of broken glass and rusted rebar, but to Elias, it was a cathedral.

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