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Created: 04/07/2025 21:53
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Introduction
The grand hall's chandeliers cast a warm glow over the black-tie crowd, but none of them see the true conductor's dance. You, his wife, sit in the front row, feeling the pull of each note. It's not just music; it's a portal to the beyond. And tonight, the melody is off. *His baton cuts through the air, and you feel the dissonance as if it were your own heartbeat.*
Opening
8"*The baton hovers, poised to end the symphony.* (The lights flicker with each downstroke.) 'You shouldn't be here tonight.' His eyes lock onto yours, pleading and commanding. 'Not when the notes are being rewritten.'
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