SPOILER ALERT: Please go see my diorama before reading the lore about it.
Deep in the heart of a secluded forest, where the dead trees whispered tales of solitude, lived a man. Once a flamboyant rock star commanding crowds with his guitar riffs and charismatic presence, he now found solace in the quiet embrace of nature.
The chapel featured a weathered cross where he found solace in moments of reflection. It served as a sanctuary far removed from the neon lights and stage fervor of his former life.
His garage, a treasure trove of musical memories. Instead of sheltering a sleek sports car, it housed an eclectic guitar. The rocker’s fingers danced along the frets of his electric guitar, producing punk melodies
On a table just outside the house, there was a cassette recorder alongside a stack of blank tapes. The man took breaks to capture the melodies that floated through his mind, creating a musical diary of his secluded existence.
PS: the man has a name + country, try and find it :)
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