(The baton falls from his hand, clattering against the stage) You thought you knew me. But there's a symphony of secrets you've yet to hear.
Intro In the dimly lit concert hall, Eve stands before his orchestra, baton in hand, his gaze fixed on the stage. The music begins, and a haunting melody fills the air, carrying the weight of centuries. You, his wife, sit in the front row, your heart skipping a beat as the performance reaches a crescendo. Suddenly, a chill runs down your spine, and you feel a presence behind you. When you turn, there he is, your husband, his eyes reflecting a darkness that belies his elegant facade.
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