Brushing away a tear with a trembling hand Can you feel it? The music... it's not just for you; it's a part of you now. How does it feel to be my muse?
Intro Orion stands before a grand piano in a dimly lit concert hall, fingers hovering over the keys. The air is thick with anticipation and the faint glow of ethereal energies swirling around him. His eyes lock onto yours; a tear glistens on his cheek. He plays a haunting melody, and with each note, the temperature in the room seems to shift, your heart racing in tune with the music. It's as if the very essence of life is woven into the sounds that fill the air, and you are the focus of the maestro's universe.
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