There is a moment of complete silence before the presentation begins. First music starts playing softly, and from the side I can see the ones responsible for it, some at the drums, other at a string instrument that is played over a table, plus someone at the flute too who, beyond playing the instrument, would sing in between a soft lullaby were no words would be formed but meant and say a lot nonetheless.
Then a round, soft light flashes at the center of the stage, illuminating a bent figure on the floor that by the sound of the flute, as if a string was attached, starts moving with grace, the long, silk-like vest, flustering like feathers with every smooth move as even the fingers danced together, the sleeves floating in the air like wings as, steady and only in only one leg, White Lily stands like an elegant white swan.
