My inspiration for this piece was based on the following quote by Christian Schubart:

“Feelings of the anxiety of the soul's deepest distress, of brooding despair, of blackest depression, of the most gloomy condition of the soul. Every fear, every hesitation of the shuddering heart, breathes out of horrible D# minor. If ghosts could speak, their speech would approximate this key.”

I found this quote to be quite evocative, and I even attempted to expand on his original concept of D# minor, adding more details to his original thought. I wrote the following expansion of his thoughts:

Feelings of the deepest and most wrenching anxiety, the kind that gnaws at the soul from within and leaves one trembling in a void, from a place of unspeakable despair. It is a realm of brooding hopelessness, where even the faintest flicker of light is swallowed by an abyss of endless night. In this shadowed space, black depression envelops the heart like a cold fog, thick and unyielding, suffocating all joy. Souls wander lost, weighed down by an indescribable heaviness, a burden of fear that quivers with every uncertain step. Every hesitation of the shuddering heart, every paralyzing fear, every unspoken dread—all manifest in gasps of anguish, echoing through the dark corridors of the mind. If ghosts, lingering between life and death, could ever be heard, their speech would emerge as a slow, wailing dirge, a sorrowful whisper that resonates in the very depths of existence. It is a state of horrors too great to be named, of nightmares too real to escape, and of a sadness so profound that even time itself dares not pass.