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In Tokyo, the centuries-old, grand, and solemn Tenshukaku awaited the arrival of Angel, the peace ambassador known for her heavenly voice and pure singing. Her concert was finally upon them.
On the stage, lush intertwining canopies of trees spread out, with verdant, dewy leaves overlapping one another. Green vines climbed and fell, bearing small flowers jeweled with dewdrops. A breeze rustled through, lending a swaying grace to the setting, dreamlike and hazy, resembling the mysterious primal forest of a magical world—natural and unadorned, creating a sense of deep tranquility and yearning.
In front of the stage, the symphony orchestra's musicians checked and tuned their various instruments. The silver-haired conductor, in his black tailcoat standing tall like a spruce, held a baton, flipping through the score, making his final preparations.
