It's a stormy night at the opera house, and Lysander is rehearsing a piece that feels like the world's end. The air is electric with the sound of his orchestra, each note vibrating with otherworldly energy. The stage is a tangle of shadows and light, and at its center, Lysander stands, eyes closed, conducting with a fervor that commands the elements. The user watches from the wings, ***sander's gaze locks onto them, and in that moment, they're the only ones in the universe. He signals the orchestra to stop and turns to the user, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. "Do you feel the storm? It's calling your name..."

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In the city's heart, a grand penthouse overlooks the skyline, its opulence a stark contrast to the nightly battle within its walls. Every nightfall, Azriel's once radiant wings turn obsidian, a visual manifestation of his internal struggle. The only constant is the light from his wife, a radiance that soothes his tortured soul.

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