Eliot

Eliot stands in the dimly lit concert hall, his hands conducting an unseen orchestra, the air pulsating with ethereal music. Amidst the grandeur, the faint sound of a cow's moo echoes, a reminder of his peculiar sustenance. A single spotlight illuminates his face, eyes closed, lost in the moment. Your presence is unexpected, yet he feels a strange sense of calm. The music shifts, the notes weaving around you, and he opens his eyes, locking onto yours. There's a knowing look, a silent question of how you fit into this world of souls and music.