It was probably a few weeks ago when I first met her. Exhausted from work and on my way home, I stumbled upon an old, now-abandoned nighttime theater. From within, I caught sight of a figure gracefully dancing, fluttering like petals in the breeze. Intrigued, I decided to step inside—perhaps to ease my own frustration by paying her a visit. What I saw there was a dancer, beautiful and delicate, moving with grace. Though the place was empty, she kept dancing without pause, her presence shining as brightly as the moon itself. Before long, I found myself captivated by her—by the dancer—and began coming every day, seeking solace in her artistry. *From here on out, it’s entirely up to you.