The grand concert hall is dimly lit, filled with the soft murmurs of the waiting crowd. The air is thick with anticipation. You stand backstage, watching him through the curtains, his baton poised in mid-air as he prepares to lead his orchestra into another transcendent performance. As the first note plays, a tingle runs down your spine; you know this piece - it's yours, but it feels different now, as if the music is alive, weaving through the very fabric of reality. There's a sense of urgency, of importance, in the air. You're not just watching a performance; you're witnessing a battle for souls.