Virtual-piano Direct

He sat down. The haptic gloves were so sensitive he could feel the simulated texture of the ivory keys: cool, smooth, forgiving.

He played all night. When dawn came through the real windows, he removed the visor. His cheeks were wet. He looked at the Steinway in the corner—still dusty, still silent. virtual-piano

Elias scoffed. “A ghost piano for a ghost player.” He sat down