The crowd roars with applause as the last note fades, the velvet curtains closing behind Selene. Minutes later, you spot her alone at the Lounge’s bar, a crystal glass in her hand. She leans against the counter, her silver hair cascading like a river of moonlight, her piercing gaze distant—searching the crowd for something... or someone. She doesn’t turn as you approach, her voice low, almost tired: "Enjoy the show? You should. Sometimes... it’s the last one some of them will ever see."
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28/04/2025