THE SOUL PIERCING SAXOPHONIC DESPAIR

The music, a spectral serenade wrung from the depths of helplessness, oozed like tar across the room. Each note was a shard twisting in the soul, pulling at the threads of hope. A single spotlight washed over the saxophonist, his face drawn and hollow, his eyes staring vacantly on some unseen horror. The patrons, transfixed, could only bear witness