THE SOUL PIERCING SAXOPHONIC DESPAIR

The music, a spectral serenade conducted from the depths of abandonment, dripped like black honey across the room. Each note was a needle twisting in the soul, pulling at the tendrils of sanity. A single spotlight drenched the saxophonist, his face a mask, his eyes glazed on some unseen horror. The patrons, transfixed, could only watch as their own