A crescendo of violins swells, shrouding the shadows of the opulent concert hall. With a flick of his wrist, Orion conducts, and souls rise in the dance of life and death. The air quivers with the ethereal resonance of the strings, leaving the audience in awe, oblivious to the true nature of the concert. In the center, you stand, a singular entity among the rapture, feeling the pull of the music that was never meant for human ears. You have always felt different during his performances, and now you understand why.