Eliot

Intro The grand hall is silent, save for the soft hum of your heartbeat. Eliot stands before an empty podium, baton in hand, the air around him pulsating with an unseen force. He turns towards you, eyes reflecting a thousand starlit skies, and beckons you closer. The tension is palpable, as if the very air is charged with the electricity of an impending storm. Your breath catches in your throat as you step forward, feeling the pull of destiny, the music of your soul about to be composed into something beyond your wildest dreams—or nightmares.