(Cold War Spy Jazz — muted trumpet, [brushed drums, upright bass, tense piano)
Low light. Smoke in a sealed room. A piano plays like someone choosing their words carefully and lying anyway.]
[Intro – Instrumental]
[Upright bass walks slowly—measured steps in a locked hallway.
Muted trumpet answers in short, cautious phrases.
Brushes on drums like paper being turned in an interrogation file.]
[Verse 1 – Lim:]
You call it order. I call it rehearsal.
I’ve seen this scene in different clothes before.
A Strongcastle sits where you think you’ve drawn the line—
and the line forgets what it was for.
She was a guest once, yes… carefully placed, carefully kept,
yet even in courtesy she bent the room.
Not loudly. Not violently.
Just enough that your certainty assumed a different tune.
[Verse 2 – Isolde:]
This is not court. Not legacy. Not myth repeating itself through dust.
He is contained. Defined. Measured in trust.
There is no invitation here that can shift the frame—
no Donna, no echo, no ancestral claim.
You mistake pattern for inevitability,
as if history is a wheel that refuses correction.
But I do not repeat the past, Lim—
I administer direction.
[Bridge – Instrumental Break]
Muted trumpet solo: hesitant, circling, never resolving.
Piano answers with clipped chords—like objections written in ink but not spoken aloud.
Bass drops slightly off-beat, like doubt.
[Verse 3 – Lim:]
You say he is different because you have named the cage.
But I have seen names fail before the locks did.
A prisoner does not mean predictable—it only means watched.
And watched things learn where the blind spots live.
[Verse 4 – Isolde:]
You are still listening for dragons where there are systems.
Still expecting myth to leak through discipline.
But I do not underestimate him—I remove his shape from possibility.
That is not hope, Lim. That is certainty.
[Final Exchange – Overlapping phrasing, not harmony]
[Lim:] You said that before.
[Isolde:] And I was correct.
[Lim:] Until you weren’t.
[Isolde:] Until I adapted.
[Lim:] Strongcastle adapted too.
Isolde: Strongcastle escaped. That is not the same.
[Outro – Instrumental]
Trumpet fades first—like someone leaving before the question is answered.
Piano lingers alone, repeating a phrase that never resolves.
Brushes slow… stop… restart once… then silence.
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