After all the twists and turns, night fell.
The moon was full tonight, carrying a faint, soft whiteness. Its bright radiance poured down like splashing spring water, shrouding all of Lungmen in an indescribable tranquility.
Yet Lungmen as a whole still buzzed with noise.
Highly saturated neon lights flashed, scaffolding lay scattered everywhere. Amid its endless development and construction, Lungmen was always like this, forever under construction.
Lungmen had no night.
It was completely different from Victoria's nights.
Hoshino stood atop a shrine, looking up at the sky as she thought this.
A city-state in the midst of development and expansion was, after all, very different from the capital of an old great power. Each had its own beauty.
"Night has fallen."
Holding a dark purple mask in her hand, Hoshino shook her head helplessly.
"The curtain should rise with it. Everything tonight shall unfold as usual: girl and girl leaning upon each other, applause crashing like thunder."
"Cheer! You should cheer!"
Good, she was in character.
Hoshino sighed in relief and put the mask over her face. She lightly flicked her white single braid, gave a gentle bow to the nonexistent audience, cupped her hands before her, and blew scattered purple iris petals toward them. A mysterious fragrance drifted together with the deep purple petals.
The Sixth Serenade took the stage!
Hoshino stepped along the shrine's tiled roof ridge, and her figure vanished from where she stood. Only moonlight and purple iris petals echoed one another from afar, creating an air of mystery.
With her appearance, the show should begin as well.
Ch'en was completely unaware of the danger approaching. She continued pushing the wheelchair gently, quietly strolling around and eating. Wendy remained silent the entire time and made no requests, as though simply standing there and breathing the