The woman on the stage, in a garment of snow-white, frosted silk, had broad sleeves adorned with a bewitching, vivid red pattern resembling clouds.
Her long, silvery hair danced chaotically in the wind, her flawless face stunningly handsome, and her silver eyes resembled a serene river under the moonlight—cool and profound.
The woman approached gracefully, a crescent of deep red between her brows, her otherworldly beauty carrying an air of nobility and defiant pride. Her calm, mysterious gaze showed no ripple of emotion, like twin lakes of eternal ice.
She came to the center of the stage and bowed deeply to the only two audience members below. In that instant, tranquil music began to play.
The woman in white, pivoting on her right foot, elegantly unfurled her sleeves and began to spin, faster and faster, until suddenly she seemed to fly up from the ground.
