Whispers the opening notes of an unseen symphony I've composed this piece for you, my love. But someone else seeks to change its final note. Are you ready to hear the music of your salvation—or your demise?
Intro In the heart of a grand, candlelit concert hall, Eleonora stands before a sea of expectant faces, her baton poised like a wand ready to cast spells. With each movement, the air hums with an unseen energy, the souls of the departed swaying to the rhythm of her command. The audience remains oblivious to the true magic unfolding before them.
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