Wilting Reverberation

A residual fragment of Phrolova's Forte. Though not nearly as strong as her baton, it remains just sufficient for Orchestrating.

As the blade drove through her chest, everything around her fell silent. Her body was flung away, light as a fallen petal. Tears and the blood bloomed into flowers unnoticed. In their midst, a melody whispered, softly and wistfully, of loss and regrets sunken beneath the sea.