The Phantom’s Lair

Significados ocultos: AMOR
You will now sing only my music,” the Phantom’s soft yet commanding voice said as he and a dazed Christine entered a dim, reclusive dwelling.

  Massive stone walls towered above the Phantom and Christine, amplifying the Phantom’s voice. In various sections of his lair, candles flickered, with some getting extinguished, dimming the dark lair even more. As the Phantom led Christine over to his immense organ, a small lake of water with a petite raft came into view. The torches and candles faintly illuminated the lake, with dazzling silver glints barely visible, yet sharply contrasting the dark atmosphere. Small dust clouds billowed up as they walked, and the occasional rat hurriedly scurried about, their frantic, unpredictable squeaks being the only source of sound, other than the two’s barely audible and almost nonexistent sounds emanating from the two’s footsteps . While Christine was slightly startled, the Phantom continued on, nonchalant to the whole situation.

  Soon the two arrived in front of a massive, white organ. Large deposits of dust and dirt had settled on the organ, untouched, with long, slender, green vines of ivy climbing up and down the huge structure, giving the impression of an area that had never known another soul besides the Phantom. With one, swift motion of his cape, the Phantom swept away the deposits, creating a cloud of swirling, rapidly dissipating particles, along with a vortex of cool, moist air, with droplets that clung to Christine and chilled her slightly.

Sit here,” the Phantom commanded. Christine obeyed, as she was still trapped in her trance-like state. The Phantom walked to the organ, sat down, and played a note, which rang out in the crisp, silent atmosphere. Another followed. And another. Soon, a marvelous melody was flowing from the organ, like a cascade of water droplets flowing from a mountain summit.

  Then the Phantom began to sing.

  “Turn your face away from the garish light of day, turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light.” The Phantom’s loud voice boomed, the sound of it resonating on the loud walls. The candles placed around the Phantom suddenly flared up, a dazzling orange glow showering the Phantom, the organ, and the walls, almost breathing an entirely new life into the room. The glow also illuminated the Phantom himself, and a piercing, sharp white mask became visible, changing everything around again, and revealing to Christine just exactly what she was dealing with. Christine, still trapped in her trance-like state, slowly crept up to the Phantom, wondering just what her “Angel of Music’s” mask hid…

  Unaware that is was a cold and contorted face and soul.

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