[Intro: The sound of cold wind blowing across a vast, empty field. A single, pure, but lonely piano note repeats at irregular intervals, like a failing heartbeat.] [Main Theme: A slow, mournful cello melody begins, carrying the entire emotional weight. A sparse, echoing piano provides harmonic support. The sound of distant, distorted ghostly whispers is barely audible.] [Section A: A faint, beautiful but corrupted music box melody (a twisted version of the main theme) tries to play but keeps breaking down. The cello becomes more passionate, almost desperate.] [Climax: The music subtly swells. The whispers become slightly louder, forming a wordless, sorrowful choir. It's not aggressive, but profoundly sad and inevitable. A deep, resonant bell tolls once.] [Denouement: The choir and cello fade. The piano returns, playing the same lonely note from the intro, but now slower. The wind continues, now mixed with the faint, static-filled sound of J.Ho's voice, saying "...I'm sorry...". Everything fades to silence, leaving only the wind.]


