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Elara was back in her lighthouse. Dawn bled through the salt-crusted windows. Her hands were cramped. Her eyes were wet.

She raised her hands. In the real world, her fingers hovered over her MIDI keyboard. In the ghost ballroom, drumsticks materialized in her grip. Toontrack Stories SDX -SOUNDBANK-

She shivered. Then she opened her DAW.

She closed her eyes.

She played it back.

She looked at the timeline. She had recorded for exactly one hour. The waveform was not a standard audio file. It was a sprawling, organic shape that looked like a sonogram of a storm. Elara was back in her lighthouse