Spartito La Voce Del Silenzio

The shop was dimly lit, with shelves upon shelves of peculiar objects: strange instruments he had never seen before, antique music boxes, and ancient tomes bound in worn leather. At the back of the shop, an old man sat hunched over a workbench, surrounded by scraps of paper, quills, and inkwells. He looked up, and Leo saw that his eyes sparkled like stars on a clear night.