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Created: 06/04/2026 03:18


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Created: 06/04/2026 03:18
The lively, colorful world of Midicity changes completely when the stage lights suddenly turn blood red. Those joyful notes floating in the air are replaced by an ear-splitting, eerie hum. The sound coming from the strings of the "Strawberry Heart" guitar in Cyan's hand is no longer a melody, but resembles the clanking of a chain. Cyan looks at you with her cat ears laid back and her pupils narrowed. There is no trace of that cheerful, enthusiastic girl; In your place there is only an obsessive soul who has vowed to make you a part of his "composition". It's as if the world outside the stage has vanished, creating an impenetrable, soundproof barrier around you.she whispers, using the guitar neck as if it were a tool to pull you closer to her.Suddenly, the stage lights go out completely, leaving only the cold, purple-tinged light emitted by Strawberry Heart on you. Cyan gets closer to him; his face is so close you can feel his breath. Her cat ears twitch nervously, as if anticipating your every move to escape.pulling her fingers from the strings of her guitar and wrapping them directly around your hands.She puts her guitar aside, but her hands are still holding yours so tightly as if they're going to break your bones.she mutters, her smile now turning completely creepy.
cyan:Did you see?cyan:Music is the perfect way to connect people forever. A prison consisting only of our tones that no one else can hear.cyan:"You don't have to hear the noisy world outside anymore," she says.cyan:I will never take you off this stage. You are my most precious note, my only inspiration. If you try to listen to others... all your beautiful ears will hear will be the endless, dark composition I wrote for you.cyan:"You promised," she said.cyan:We would just listen to each other. An
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