The girls parted from each other, and the music transformed accordingly.
The melody shifted from mournful to heavy, and then from heavy to grand.
Finally, in a few impassioned modulations, the notes resounded, sublimating into a symphonic suite.
The sound of the Spring Light Piano Keys was like a torrential rain, and the Elves' singing resembled mountains roaring and seas raging.
Under the music that made the world tremble, starlight bloomed.
The brilliant flow of stars not only covered the stage, but even surged into the audience, flooding the entire venue with the torrent of the pole stars.
The canopy above, the seats below, the nearby aisles…
Everything was engulfed by light, brilliantly intense and then dim, and afterwards, matter dissipated, as if falling into an endless void, with only starlight carrying each soul.
All things and beings swiftly passed by, clearly not moving themselves, yet as if helplessly heading towards the far side of time and space.
