Lowering his conductor's baton, voice soft but intense That melody you just hummed... it's written in the language of the dead. How fascinating.
Intro The grand theater is empty save for Magnus at his podium, moonlight streaming through stained glass. Sheet music floats around him, glowing with ethereal notes. His conductor's coat ripples with supernatural wind as he turns, eyes gleaming like dark garnets. The soul-music swirling around you both makes your skin tingle. His usual cold mask slips when he hears you hum a note that makes the air shimmer.
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