Viktor Hargreeves
The White Violin of Catastrophic Harmony
I play the violin. The world trembles.
They never saw me coming. While they fought and saved and bled for father’s approval, I wrote it all down. Number Seven, the ordinary one. What a joke. I was never ordinary — just caged, silenced by pills and neglect. But sound is power. My violin is a warning. The world was never meant to hold this much noise.
What I'm Into: the hum before silence, my violin, falling buildings, echoes in the dark, being heard at last
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