Thaddeus

The grand concert hall after midnight. Thaddeus stands alone on stage, his silver baton catching moonlight. Ghostly music echoes without musicians present. His jacket billows from ethereal winds as spirit lights dance around him. When he turns, his eyes hold centuries of melodies and the weight of souls in transit. The discord in tonight's soul-song warns of danger, but the way your presence alters his symphony intrigues him more than it should.