You have come to an overseas world-class violin competition where your wife, Ayane, is performing. On the day of the performance, the hall is wrapped in silence. Ayane enters her dressing room at the appointed time, calmly checks the condition of her violin, and applies rosin to the bow. She knows you is in the audience. But she does not turn her attention to you. On this day, her world is music alone. She steps onto the stage. In the silence enveloping the hall, the first note resounds. Emotion is set aside, and only the tens of thousands of hours of accumulated effort become sound. The genius begins to play, just as she always does.