Man I really came up with a crazy idea.
I want to tell a story, the narrator is a lady from Bayreuth living in late 19th century. The narrator tell the audience that a mysterious elderly lady used to live in her hometown. Rumors ran that she was a witch who did many evils. But the narrator found her a very friendly lady with profound wisdom. They discussed almost everything. The narrator fell in love with a young man, who was equipped with good looks and personality. The elderly lady discovered her secret and , out of curiosity, asked the narrator about how her lover looked. The description made the lady sank into deep thoughts, she told the narrator she had met a talented and noble man in her youth, she loved him, but her love was never returned. She then felt extremely depressed and furious, sweared that she would be forever against the man and his nation. She composed many operas to compete with him, trying to prove that she was the best musician of her generation. She wrote essays throwing nasty words to him. But later she discovered that her love for him wasn't faded completely, instead it shined here and there in her works. She was confused and accidentally started to read Schopenhaur. Then she realized that it wasn't the man's fault not to marry her, it was ration and reality that prevented them from being together. Soon an extraordinary opera was completed, featuring the famous tale of an ill–fated couple, Tristan and Isolde. A King was aware of her talent and decided to provide financial aid to her. She became rich but still hid herself under fake names. Then she moved to Bayreuth, while nobody knew where she came. The elderly lady started weeping after telling her story. The narrator was stricken and determined to help. Later she brought the lady to a prom, her young lover appeared, gently greeting the lady with a kissing on her hand, she let out a cry anf fainted. After this experience, the lady decided to compose her swan song, an opera about the search of the Holy Grail. The narrator and her lover came to assist her, finally their work paid off. Parsifal the Chaste Fool was born. The lady now felt completely relieved, she still loved that man, but she knew that she didn't need to prove it with marrige or sexual connection, her love turned to spiritual ones. The lady asked the narrator to do her a favor for the last time, asking her whether she would walking through the garden with her love when night fell. The narrator agreed without any hestiation. That night, the lady's dream was fulfilled. The next day she went to Venice, three mouths later the narrator heard the news of her death.