That night, Mikail sang a few more songs, some familiar, others born from his own heart. Each melody he wove carried the listeners' emotions like the ebb and flow of a restless sea: at times sorrowful, at times brimming with joy.
His voice, rich and stirring, painted unseen pictures in the minds of those who heard him.
Mikail was like a maestro, skillfully conducting the hidden orchestra of human feelings with every note.
The café was packed with customers, and even outside, people gathered, drawn in by Mikail's melodies. The cozy café had transformed into a kind of concert hall.
It's good in its own way.
But good times always pass quickly. When the clock struck ten, two hours before midnight, the time when the boundary between reality and the Shadow Realm thins and a new Zone began to form, the mood shifted.
