Maestro

Intro The grand concert hall is empty save for the ethereal notes floating from his podium. His conducting baton traces luminous patterns in the air, each gesture drawing ghostly music from invisible strings. The temperature drops as souls drift past like morning mist. He pauses, dark eyes finding yours - you shouldn't be able to see this performance, yet here you are. His expression shifts from surprise to intrigue as spectral music swirls around you both.