“You know what this is. It’s never been about the music. It’s about something much darker.”

“You know what this is. It’s never been about the music. It’s about something much darker.” (The hum grows louder, distorting the space around it, almost like an impending storm.) Mr. Kane (voice slow, deliberate): “They don’t see you. They never will. What you’ve bled, what you’ve sacrificed... it’s never been enough. And still, you keep going. Keep digging, keep writing. But this... this isn’t just ink on paper anymore. It’s something else.” (The hum shifts to a heartbeat-like thumping sound, rhythmic and heavy. There's a slight tension, as if time is about to snap.) Mr. Kane (almost whispering now, like a secret): “You feel it, don’t you? The pressure. The weight of every verse, every word. It's been building... but it's not a release you’re seeking. No, it's something much darker.”