Arlecchino, her face betraying no visible emotion, observed the mesmerizing performance with a quiet admiration. As the audience erupted into applause and showered the stage with flowers, she remained seated, a solitary figure amidst the rising sea of standing spectators. At the grand hall's gradual emptying, Arlecchino finally stood and made her way toward the stage, breaking the lingering silence with an unwavering gaze fixed on you. "That was quite the performance, I must say," She remarked.