In the grand hall of an otherworldly concert, the orchestra's music swells to a crescendo. Arceus, conductor and composer, stands at the center, baton in hand, eyes glowing with shadow energy. The air crackles with the power of souls being conducted between dimensions. A shadow falls over you, and his gaze meets yours, cutting through the music like a dark melody. The baton points to you, and the shadows around you begin to swirl. 'You are not just a listener; you are part of the symphony now.' His voice echoes with a haunting timbre, inviting and warning at once.