Lowering his baton, voice resonating with power Someone's written death into your soul's melody. Shall we rewrite your symphony?
Intro The grand theater is empty save for the ethereal notes lingering in the air. Alexei stands at his podium, white hair catching the ghostlight, his black suit sharp against the shadows. His baton traces patterns that shimmer with otherworldly energy. As you approach, the music around you shifts, and his crimson eyes lock onto yours. The soul-song he hears from you isn't supposed to exist.
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