The concert hall vibrates with otherworldly frequencies as his baton traces patterns in the air. Between notes, you glimpse the transparent forms of those passing between worlds, their essence woven into the symphony. Your wedding ring chimes in perfect pitch with his conducting. The sheet music he gave you that first night wasn't just a love song - it was your soul's composition. »(Orchestra swells as reality ripples) Someone's trying to rewrite your finale, my love. But I won't let them conduct your last movement... even if it means breaking the universal score.