We Are All Volunteers

Leipzig, White Dove Opera House.

The overture, performed by the orchestra while waiting for the audience to take their seats, came to an end.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Today's performance is about to begin!"

Before the curtain rose, a tall, slender man wearing a white dove mask stood in the very center of the stage. He spread his arms diagonally upward, his voice clear and booming like a radio host's.

It was as though he were wholeheartedly praising the sun, or embracing the night sky reflected above the open-air theater.

Under Leipzig's grand lights, the night sky was no longer pure black. Instead, it was a chaotic hue somewhere between deep blue and dark purple.

The audience below was very polite—they did not cheer, but applauded enthusiastically.

The applause continued without end. Even inside the VIP room above, faint traces of it could still be heard.

The White Dove Opera House was designed like a strange watch that lacked hands.

The main stage below was a bright crescent moon, while the audience sat within the black space facing it.

On the second floor, there were twelve large rooms protruding inward. The rooms at the twelve, three, six, and nine o'clock positions were especially large. Besides those, there were forty-eight somewhat smaller spherical rooms.

If someone looked down from above, they would find that the audience looked like scattered diamonds decorating the watch face, while the sixty VIP rooms formed the rest of the dial.

At that moment, Honey Badger was staying in one of the VIP rooms above.

Her room was the luxurious VIP room at the six o'clock position. Since the crescent-shaped main stage extended from the ten o'clock to the four o'clock positions, this was basically one of the best places to watch the performance.

The soft, deep-red carpet