The days go round and round...

Adagio sat alone, with nothing to show for it. The all powerful siren had never felt so useless.

What changed? Why was it so difficult to write a single song now?

Adagio was sick and tired of this unfulfilling cycle. Where did her magic go?

Part of the 'Behind Closed Hearts' series.

I've been hurled through hell and back, witnessed firsthand what it is like to lose it all, but also be fortunate enough to gain something new from the ashes.

It should feel wonderful. I want to embrace this change, but when I see my reflection, all I see is the very same girl as ever.

I think I know what to do. I'll be back tomorrow.

Part of the 'Behind Closed Hearts' series.