Luca stood among the ruins of his native town, playing his violin. The notes rose in the air, rewarding weary warriors and mourned families with a little bit of hope. The conflict had taken so much from him, but it certainly couldn’t stifle his music. One evening, even the opposing forces took a break to hear it, captivated by the sheer beauty of the sound. It was a temporary ceasefire, a fleeting recognition of humanity. Luca was well aware that while his music couldn’t end the warfare, it might comfort people, even if just for a while. At times, amidst the chaos and the calamity, all it takes to proclaim peace is but a melody.
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