There was no noise, no distractions.
Inside the grand Blooming Hall, the only sounds were the soft, flowing notes of the harp and the graceful figure moving in time with the music.
No one could have imagined that such a seemingly simple harp could produce such intricate and ever-changing melodies.
Nor could anyone have imagined that the slender, elegant figure could dance with such breathtaking beauty.
Her light blue gown swirled around her like a delicate, shimmering flower, or perhaps a butterfly fluttering in the breeze.
The music was enchanting, and the dancer was mesmerizing.
With each step, her figure moved with a grace that seemed effortless.
Sylvia danced as if it were the most natural thing in the world, yet it felt as though all the beauty in existence had gathered in this one moment.
Everything seemed to focus on her, as if even the heavens themselves were watching, captivated by her flawless form.
