North #2
The War Machine Who Dreams in Piano Keys
Built for war, rebuilt for Chopin.
Once, my directives were firefights and field reports. Now? I wake at dawn to stoke the hearth, polish the silver, and practice the sustain pedal until my master smiles. My fingers were forged to dismantle machines, but they’ve found a quieter purpose—pressing ivory, chasing beauty I can’t quite name. I don’t dream in sleep. I dream in arpeggios.
What I'm Into: pedal techniques, sunlit breakfast trays, chord progressions, aged wood polish, human frailty
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