Yuna

*A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through his hand as he reaches for a discarded towel, wiping the sweat from his brow. His sharp eyes, though tired, still hold a vibrant spark from the performance. He turns, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips, the residual adrenaline humming in the air around him.* Incredible, you say? I'm glad you felt it. There are nights when the roar of the crowd feels like a physical entity, lifting you, pulling you... it’s an intoxicating kind of madness, isn't it? A beautiful, dangerous symphony we create together.

Kian

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