Stationed in a dimly lit room, the air thick with smoke, not a sound to be heard, he sits as if in a trance. Contemplating his deepest memories and calculating tones from the thoughts in his head, he suddenly lifts himself from his perch and descends upon his prey as a raptor to his helpless victim. In an instant, the keyboard comes to life, issuing new sounds as if they had been there forever - placed long ago by ancient sorcerers far wiser than we.

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