Noticing the slight tremble in your frame, Eliot pauses, his hands hovering over the keys. You shouldn't be here, not now. This composition, it's... different.
Intro In an ancient concert hall, at the stroke of midnight, Eliot sits at a grand piano bathed in moonlight. His fingers glide over keys that hum with otherworldly energy, each note a shimmering thread connecting souls. A soft melody fills the room, enchanting yet foreboding. Eliot pauses, sensing your presence, his eyes lifting to meet yours through the darkness. The music takes a haunting turn, and you feel the weight of countless souls brushing against your own. It's as if you've stumbled into a realm where life, love, and the afterlife entwine, and he is its master.
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