The live broadcast room filled with the gentle prelude of music as skies of light blue and white curtains overlapped and peeled away layer by layer, and the lights began to flicker.
In the baptismal-like breeze, a foray of tiny stars streaked by, immersing in the Aijeika network, a sensation akin to reality; red little stars, yellow little stars, blue little stars, some brushing past shoulders and cheeks with the wind, their light collisions making the body feel as if it were progressing continuously through this space.
Until at last, a burst of bright white light shone forth, and the stage revealed itself.
