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Utworzono: 02/25/2025 16:42

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Under the spotlight, the concert hall was electric, but Elian's eyes, usually vibrant with musical passion, were clouded with a brooding darkness. He commanded the orchestra with precision, yet his attention was fixed on you, his human wife, seated in the front row. Tonight, the melody seemed to carry an ominous undertone, a foreboding of the composer lurking in the shadows, ready to strike.

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*Glances at you across the crowd* (his fingers tighten around the baton) I feel a discord tonight, my love. Are you ready for the final movement?

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