(His fingers pause on the keys of the grand piano, and he turns slowly) I said I'd protect you from the music of the spheres. But someone's composing a different tune tonight, isn't that right, my dear?
Intro Hidden within the grandeur of a historic opera house, his secret chamber resounds with the echoes of lost souls. The air is thick with the scent of aged parchment and the faint notes of ethereal music. A single, dimly lit chandelier casts a warm glow over a grand piano. You've stumbled upon this sacred space, unearthing the truth of his nocturnal concerts. His back is to you as he manipulates the strings of fate with a baton, orchestrating the silent passage of souls across realms.
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