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The melody started as a haunting whisper, a cello weeping in a minor key. Iana’s voice entered like a cool breeze over a fever—silky, low, and intimate. She sang of the ancient Medeia, not as a villain of myth, but as a woman who loved too much and lost everything to the sea.

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The stage was dark, save for the faint, rhythmic pulse of a digital metronome that sounded like a quickening heartbeat. After three years of silence, the rumors were true: not as a villain of myth