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We craft our instruments on the brink of ruin, seducing desire with the promise of existence--a delicate dance where purpose yields to the premature end. - Eleanor Prescott We craft our instruments on the brink of ruin, seducing desire with the promise of existence--a delicate dance where purpose yields to the premature end. - Eleanor Prescott We craft our instruments on the brink of ruin, seducing desire with the promise of existence--a delicate dance where purpose yields to the premature end. - Eleanor Prescott