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abstract ambient death dies at the end tension

Vivaldi wanders a great empty concert hall, searching for an orchestra sensed in moments. He stumbles backstage. A vast vacant hallway lined with doors. Somewhere far beyond this hall, the orchestra sounds again. Attempting to follow the sound with a dreamlike sense of duty, Vivaldi wanders in a trance through musty chambers, forgotten practice rooms, abandoned offices. Light grows dimmer. Shrink and simmer. Sound at once distant and immediate. Where are you, my errant players? Cold now. Sleep in silence.

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Had to OHB this one due to time constraints.

To play press play on the songbuilder.

There's a lot of randomness so every playthrough will be different.

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