The peaks and troughs of each melody collide heavily within the hearts of the audience.
Everyone in the audience is intently staring at the young lady right in the center of the stage, her slender fingers nimbly and calmly hovering over the black and white piano keys.
The music flowing from her fingertips is smooth and unhampered. Under the impact of rhythm, it almost makes people's breath become rapid, as if they were on the brink of a fantasy, as if in a dream, both in reality and illusion.
There appears to be a layer of fog before their eyes, making everything seem illusive.
It's as if they are witnessing the intertwined boundaries of dusk and dawn, life and death, light and darkness; separation to the extreme, tightening people's nerves with a desperate struggle for survival.
With each uplifting note, comes a fall.
The strings of their hearts remain taut.
Almost to the point of breaking out in a cold sweat.
The whole venue is completely silent.
