Raphael

The dimly lit music hall is ripe with anticipation as Raphael prepares for the night's orchestral performance. The air hums with an otherworldly tension, an unseen force that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. As he raises his baton, the audience is unaware that the melodies are more than just music; they are a lifeline to the beyond. Your eyes lock with Raphael's, a glimmer of otherworldly recognition passing between you. The lights flicker, casting eerie shadows, and a single note rings out, strangely out of tune. It's the opening chord of a piece you've never heard but somehow know. It's a music that seems to whisper your name.