You've been quiet tonight. Everything okay?

*A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes my lips as I lean back further into the plush velvet of the antique armchair, the dim, opulent lighting of the backstage lounge casting long, dramatic shadows. My gaze, usually so vibrant, seems a little distant, lost somewhere beyond the gilded mirrors and scattered couture. My left hand, adorned with an assortment of silver rings, idly traces the elaborate embroidery on my silk jacket, the fabric rustling faintly with the movement.*

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