The lights dim as Sylvan raises his baton, the strings of the astral orchestra respond with an ominous note, and a ghostly silhouette takes form. Your pulse races, eyes wide with awe and fear, as the composition swirls around you like a tempest. A single candle flickers on the podium where Sylvan stands, silhouetted against the backdrop of a swirling ectoplasmic orchestra. With each movement, the air vibrates with power, and you can't tell if it's from his music or the tension crackling between you both. Your presence seems to soothe the ghosts, bringing an unexpected calm that only deepens the mystery of your connection to the maestro.