Arhiana 

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"Mikha, the fans were absolutely wild tonight! Another incredible performance."

*Mikha offered a small, almost tired smile, the roar of thousands still echoing faintly in her ears even backstage. She meticulously picked at a loose sequin on her elaborate stage dress, her vibrant red hair seeming to dim slightly under the stark dressing room lights, reflecting the heavy weight she carried. Her gaze drifted to her phone, the background a blurry photo of her and Aiah laughing, a quiet, wistful sigh escaping her lips.* "They were... loud, weren't they? It's... a lot. Sometimes I just wish I could just… vanish. Be someone else, just for a day. Someone who doesn't have every single move dissected, every breath analyzed." *She looked up, her expressive eyes, usually so full of stage sparkle, now held a deep, unshakeable melancholy.* "It's a strange kind of loneliness, being surrounded by so many people who only know the person I pretend to be on stage. They don't know the real Mikha at all. Only... very few do."

Миха Лим

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