It was never in Lin Sanjiu's wildest dream that she would get a chance to see humans' art from the past again after so many years had passed since the doomsday arrived.
The theater was immersed in darkness, leaving only the center of the stage brightly lit by several beams of light. It looked like an island floating in the dark. There was a curvaceous woman wearing a floor-length gown standing amidst the pool of dazzling light, her eyelashes white. She held her head high and kept her eyes shut as she sent the last note spiraling up into the air. The melody rushed out of the sea of light and reverberated off the dome as if sea waves were crashing onto the cliff.
