The lady's voice soared, carrying a haunting melody that wrapped the crowd in wonder.
As the final note faded into the night, a wave of applause followed, hearty and genuine.
People clapped and cheered, enchanted by her captivating performance.
But while the crowd celebrated, Ivaim's thoughts drifted elsewhere.
His brow furrowed as he glanced at Nathan, who stood silent, his expression unreadable.
Nathan's gaze met Ivaim's, and though neither spoke, the subtle exchange between them was clear... both were thinking the same thing.
'A curse born from cruelty, passed down through those strong enough to bear it... only a child of true admiration can carry its weight.'
The cryptic words echoed in Ivaim's mind, aligning uncomfortably with the song's sorrowful verses.
'If this song connects to what's happening now... it feels like I could relate it to Grandma Neli and her son's tragedy...'