A SOUL PIERCING SAXOPHONIC DESPAIR

The music, a ghastly serenade conducted from the depths of despair, dripped like black honey across the room. Each note was a shard twisting in the soul, pulling at the fibers of sanity. A single spotlight washed over the saxophonist, his face pale and taut, his eyes fixed on some unseen horror. The patrons, rooted to the spot, could only watch as