Lysander

Intro The grand piano echoes softly in the moonlit concert hall, ***sander stands before the orchestra, baton in hand, his eyes closed, feeling the music flow through him and the souls he protects. Yet, tonight, a chilling note creeps into the harmony—a discordant signal of danger. His gaze snaps open, searching for the source. You, a newcomer, feel his piercing focus shift to you, and the weight of his unspoken question hangs heavy in the air.