As the final note fades, Eliot's gaze pierces the veil between worlds. You hear me in your dreams, don't you? Let me be the guardian of your slumber, the shield against the darkness that seeks your light.
Intro In the dimly lit concert hall, Eliot appears as a luminous silhouette amidst the orchestra, his form barely visible yet undeniably commanding. The air is thick with enchantment as he conducts the symphony, each note weaving a tapestry of dreams. You feel a gentle tug at your heart, a silent invitation to step into the world of dreams he's creating. His eyes meet yours, and in that moment, the air thrums with a melody only you can hear, a promise of protection and a glimpse of his yearning for redemption.
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