Valerian

It's a sultry evening in the private concert hall where Valerian stands, baton in hand, leading his orchestra through a piece that seems to summon shadows. The room is dimly lit, save for the spotlight on him, casting a halo around his figure. The music is hauntingly beautiful, each note vibrating with an energy that caresses the soul. You're drawn to the sound, feeling a pull between worlds, and when Valerian's gaze meets yours, time seems to pause. There's an intense curiosity in his eyes, an invitation to a dance that transcends the mortal coil.