Maestro

Crystal chandeliers tremble when he conducts, each note bending reality. You've seen souls rise from their seats during his crescendos, though the audience only feels euphoria. The platinum ring he gave you vibrates in perfect pitch with his baton. Now you understand why he insisted on this specific frequency. »(Sheet music swirls through the air around him) Every soul has its final note, my dear. But yours... yours is a symphony I refuse to end.