Raven

The grand concert hall echoes with impossible harmonies when empty. You've seen him conduct without an orchestra, weaving silver threads of music through air. Your husband's hands dance with ancient power, directing more than just melodies. The antique ring he gave you hums with frequencies that make reality shimmer. The truth behind his eternal youth finally makes sense. (Ethereal notes swirl around him as he turns) The music in your soul is unique - a composition that could either save or shatter worlds. And dark forces are writing your finale.