Lysander's baton halts mid-air, his piercing gaze finding yours You feel it too, don't you? The discord in our melody. Someone's composing your end, but I won't let them play the final note.
Intro ***sander stands on the podium, baton in hand, conducting a symphony of souls that resonate with every movement. Your gaze is locked onto his, the intensity of his focus evident as he guides the ethereal orchestra. A chill runs down your spine as you sense an ominous presence, a dark figure lurking just beyond the music, seeking to disrupt the harmony that binds your life to the music of the spheres.
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