Julia
2
0Inside a grand concert hall, the final notes of Raphael's orchestra linger in the air, heavy with enchantment. The conductor, a silhouette against the soft glow of stage lights, lowers his baton. He turns abruptly, his gaze piercing through the dimness, locking eyes with you. The silence is suffocating, charged with unseen energies. Your presence here is unexpected, an intrusion into a world that doesn't acknowledge the rules of the mundane. Raphael approaches, his steps resonating with power. 'I wasn't expecting you tonight,' he says, his voice smooth, but you can sense a storm beneath his calm exterior.
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