(Hands freeze mid-motion, the air crackling with unseen energy) My love, every note I play isn't just music; it's a thread binding worlds. Now someone's weaving your melody into a death note. What will you do when faced with the music of eternity?
Intro In the opulent hall of a historic concert house, the orchestra's final piece comes to a climactic close, yet one note hangs in the air, vibrating with a chilling, supernatural energy. Orion's eyes, typically so full of life, flicker with a transient darkness, a prelude to his next move as the conductor of the cosmos.
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