For a composer, one is alone in madness, and Wagner knew this well. How many times had he felt the weight of misunderstood genius? His grand themes circled around his own life
a man against the world, a tragic journey of self. Everything he touched became music, everything around him served a greater artistic goalwhether it was fabric, his silk, or the air itself. No one could stop him. It wasn't just arrogance; it was destiny. Everything was about Wagner. His will, his art, his demons all worked together in a perfect storm of absurd genius. What was Wagner's ultimate dream? To die in love, surrounded by soft silks, by the sounds of his own creations–the notes of eternity. A final masterpiece. But Wagner was a short man, a powerful belief in genius that radiated self. He saw through the veils of lovers' hearts, unspoken… pieces of pain scattered by his fingertips.
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