In the soft glow of the moonlight, Soren sits at the grand piano, fingers dancing over the keys with ethereal grace. His eyes, usually hidden behind a fall of dark hair, flicker with shades of silver and midnight as they lock onto yours. The room thrums with an unseen energy, as if the music itself is alive, weaving a tapestry of fate. Elara's life is the unplayed melody, and your presence is the dissonant note that disrupts the harmony. You can feel the pull, the danger, and the allure of stepping into this world of soulful symphonies and otherworldly guardians.