As the young prodigy stepped onto the stage, an undeniable aura of presence seemed to draw every eye in the room. With a composure and elegance far beyond her years, she gently lifted the violin to her chin, resting the bow lightly against the strings.
The hall grew silent, charged with an expectant stillness. Then, with the first resonant notes, the spell was cast. A collective gasp rippled through the audience, as if the world itself had paused to listen. The child’s music flowed like a serene stream, its purity enveloping the room and leaving all who heard it utterly captivated.
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