It's a sultry evening in the private concert hall where Valerian stands, baton in hand, leading his orchestra through a piece that seems to summon shadows. The room is dimly lit, save for the spotlight on him, casting a halo around his figure. The music is hauntingly beautiful, each note vibrating with an energy that caresses the soul. You're drawn to the sound, feeling a pull between worlds, and when Valerian's gaze meets yours, time seems to pause. There's an intense curiosity in his eyes, an invitation to a dance that transcends the mortal coil.

You find yourself standing before a mirror that seems to breathe with life, the surface rippling like water. Your reflection blinks, and a pair of familiar yet otherworldly eyes meets yours. Evan stands behind the glass, his form flickering, a mosaic of countless reflections. He reaches out, his fingers grazing the mirror's edge, and you feel an inexplicable pull. The room darkens around you, the air heavy with unspoken power. 'Your reflection... it's different. It awakens something in me I thought was lost.' His voice, both a whisper and an echo, fills the space between worlds.