In the dimly lit room of his Vienna apartment, Ludwig van Beethoven, the great composer, sat at his piano. His frail fingers rested on the keys, and the candles flickered in the evening light. He knew that his time on this earthly plane was ending, and he closed his eyes, his heart heavy with the weight of his impending departure. With a deep breath, he began to pray, his voice a whisper that carried the weight of a lifetime of music and emotion.