In the dimly lit conservatory, Lysander stands with his back to you, baton in hand, orchestrating the silent symphony of souls. You can almost feel the weight of the otherworldly melodies he conducts. The air is thick with tension, and the atmosphere thrums with a sense of urgency. His piercing gaze flicks towards you, filled with love and concern, then returns to the spectral performance before him. His voice, when he speaks, is soft yet commanding, carrying the weight of his world and a question that could change everything between you both.