[The Phantom of the Opera] Boundary Bridge

Composer Eric was able to enter and exit the Paris Opera House openly, and it was known that he often came to look for opera star Christine Dayer, in order to exchange ideas on that new play.However, for Eric, every time he returns to this complex of buildings where he has lingered as a phantom for several years, the desire in his blood and the beast in his heart are ready to move.

He is both gentle composer and all-powerful ghost-he masters the dark and fakes the light.This kind of secret excitement that only one person knows always makes the dark factor in his heart restless.So when he learned that Viscount Shani was visiting Miss Daye, Eric made a decision without hesitation: he blended into the darkness so easily, transformed into the Phantom of the Opera again, as proficient as he had never been before. Get out of this role.

It gave him an intuitive sense of unease - but soon Eric forgot all about it.He sneaked silently in the darkness, passing through the curtains and railings that he was very familiar with, like an agile and light leopard.He heard the entire conversation between Christine and Shani over the wall.His dark green eyes are full of secret joy and deep jealousy, like a deep spring, staring at the face of his sweetheart through the mirror.Then, he learned where Christine was going next.

He was naturally wrapped in a black cloak, quickly slid down to the lowest floor based on his familiarity with the secret passages of the opera house, then knocked out the coachman, and stood outside her window waiting silently.

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Viscount Shany's carriage had already driven two streets away, he suddenly sensed something was wrong, and shouted: "Wait!"

He suddenly remembered the carriage that he saw at the entrance of the Opera House when he went downstairs—it wasn’t a very gorgeous style, but there was a faint coldness in the low-key, he recognized this carriage, and this carriage belonged to that mysterious Composer Eric!If the former viscount was still dazzled by jealousy and resentment, then at this moment he could no longer ignore those scattered details.There was a chill in his heart, like a snake spitting its letter and swimming past.

If Eric came to the opera, who was he looking for?Think of nothing but Christine!However, there was clearly only one way from the entrance of the opera house, to the waiting lounge, and then to Christine's dressing room...and he never saw the composer named Eric!So, where did Eric go?

The viscount couldn't help feeling chills all over his body. All the ominous images of the Nordic myths he had heard in his youth, the shadows in the attic and the frosty giants all struck him.Who is it that can suddenly disappear in the opera house, melt into the darkness and be omnipresent?When he turned to leave Christine's dressing room, who was the cold and angry gaze behind him?

Shani pursed her lips tightly, unable to think deeply.He drove away the coachman and chased back in the carriage alone.I hope he doesn't arrive too late.

It's a pity that all he got in the end was the news that Christine went out to visit the cemetery, and he found the unconscious coachman in the shadow of the building.The Viscount left the carriage without hesitation, and rode in pursuit.

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Enid pushed open the window of the villa, and the outside was filled with cold and damp fog.And the faint sunlight couldn't dispel the coldness of the air inhaled into her lungs, so she coughed.Enid wiped the blood from her mouth.She put on that golden mask to hide her pale as snow.

She changed into her costume for a masquerade ball, and the black robe of the prophet isolated the cold mist, and also heralded the unknown and death.She rides a white steed, her body is pressed very low, and she gallops close to the horse's back, chasing love or death colder than love.She sang, and the song fell on the soul like dew turned from mist on the grass by the roadside.she sings:

"Come, Raven, Messenger from Hell! Come and take everything away!"

"I place my hope on your black wings, beneath which lies eternal death."

"Come on, come to me! Tell me the devil he has any news?"

Her face had no warmth, and the thin golden mask was icy cold by the mist, making her touch feel cold.The condensed dew fell into her black neckline along the edge of the mask, making her body tremble.She is still singing.

"And my fate, my death, my love...the last hour is coming."

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Kristen Daye got out of the carriage and walked into the cemetery.She walked along the path between the stone carvings and tombstones, holding a bouquet of dark red roses in her hand, and the cold mist soaked her face, which was wet like tears.She didn't know that behind her, the carriage that should have been far away was driving along the iron fence, and the driver showed a pair of green eyes, watching her back greedily and obsessively.

She only felt that the world was empty, cold and lonely, and she was the only one left alone.Her soul floated up, and her thoughts spread out boundlessly, filling the entire cemetery like these fogs, and also capturing all the desertedness.She followed her heart to the familiar tombstone, and at the same time slowly sang, as if she wanted to pour out all her sorrow and heartbreak.She sang infinitely with attachment and desolation:

"You were one of my companions...you were my whole world."

"You treated me as a father and as a friend, and then my world collapsed."

"How much I look forward to your reappearance here, how much I look forward to your never going far."

"Sometimes it seems like I'm dreaming and you're back with me."

"How much I look forward to hearing your singing again, even though I know it will never be possible."

"You can't help me in my dream, go and fulfill your wish."

"Falling bells and sculptured angels, cold and immortal."

"They shouldn't be your companions...you are so warm and kind."

She sobbed softly, softly, and it seemed that there was only one sound left in the world.