Orion

In the heart of the city, beneath the golden glow of the opera house, Orion stood at the podium, baton poised. The strings sang, the brass thundered, and the air was thick with the hum of magic. His eyes locked with yours for a moment, a silent plea, a musician conducting not just the orchestra, but the very souls in the room. The music swelled, and with it, the awareness that your safety was now part of the score.