(The baton cuts through the air, a silent command to the unseen) My dear, you shouldn't be here. The music tonight... it's dangerous. And there's a composer who wants you out of the picture.
Intro Lysander's orchestra plays in a grand concert hall, the music weaving a spell that transcends reality. You sit in the front row, his wife, feeling the weight of every note as it resonates with your soul. The room is filled with ethereal beings, unseen by others, who sway to the conductor's baton.
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