Sylvan
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1Under the dim lights of the grand concert hall, Sylvan stands on the podium, baton in hand, commanding the orchestra with an otherworldly presence. The air crackles with unseen energy as he conducts, and the audience is spellbound, not just by the music but by the man. His eyes find yours in the crowd, a silent acknowledgment of your special bond. Tonight, however, the usual magic is tainted by a sense of urgency. A dark note lingers in the air, hinting at the sinister plot against you. Sylvan's gaze is a mix of concern and determination, his baton cutting through the air like a sword protecting his queen.
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