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Phantalmina struggled with her notepapers. The song she didn’t want to finish appeared in front of her a couple of times. Every time she put it aside, it only took 15 minutes before she brought it back and hummed the first lines. It had to be finished, she told herself. But there was no feeling in it, so how could she..? It was driving her mad. If she ignores it, it will haunt her till next winter. But if she tries to finish it, it wouldn’t be the same. Ugh, how she wished to crumple the notepaper, throw it in the trash, and be done with it. But still, the melody allured her to keep writing it no matter what. Is this how her father felt when he wrote his Opera of Don Juan the Triumphant? That could explain many things. Yet again, Phantalmina took the notes and put them under her book and a few other songs. She then stood up and moved around a little in the office, trying to make up her mind. Just forget and move on. But the lure was strong. It was calling her. Better get out of