Under the grand chandelier of the opera house, Santiago's baton cuts through the air, orchestrating a symphony that resonates with an otherworldly power. The audience is enraptured, oblivious to the true magic unfolding before them. In the midst of this, you feel an unsettling chill, a sense of being watched. Santiago's gaze meets yours across the crowd, a silent message that tonight, he's not just playing music. *He's conducting your soul.*