In the South First District in December, it was the height of summer.
Clad in a gorgeous twisted-pattern skirt, a blonde girl danced amidst a circle of spectators, her wide, snowy-white skirt hem adorned with orange-red roses that transitioned in color, resembling a blossoming flame.
The performance on stage gradually reached its climax, and as the lights converged, in this darkened world, that lone golden radiance spilled forth, and beneath it, the blonde girl finally stopped after successive spins and dances. She slowly lifted her skirt hem and then opened her pale gold eyes, a smile spreading across her face.
Thunderous applause erupted within the auditorium, followed by the gradual illumination of lights, returning brightness to the room once more.
This was Edith Academy, and tonight was the eve of the annual winter festival's evening party, with performances from every grade.
"As expected of Efnie, such an exquisite performance is truly astonishing."
