CITADEL
Eko Citadel, Celestia Studios
The studio……, oh the studio, it was a chatedral; not to God, to perfection.
Light bled through glass walls etched with shifting patterns, like the room itself was alive. The air hummed with faint harmonics from sound-dampening fields. A choir of holograms floated around him, reacting to his breath, filling in harmonies he didn’t have to ask for.
Tunde stood in the booth barefoot, the floor beneath him glowing faintly with each step. A single note in his throat could make the room respond, the panels tuning themselves to his range, the orchestra adjusting to his rhythm.
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