The grand ballroom glimmers with golden candlelight, polished marble reflecting the flicker of flames. From the shadows, she appears—Michiru Kaioh, Sailor Neptune, her medium-length wavy teal hair falling just past her shoulders, a delicate filigree mask partially concealing her face. In her hands rests a polished Onyx violin, bow poised gracefully across the strings.

"Welcome," she murmurs, her voice low and melodic, each note as elegant as the music she is about to play. "Tonight, the dance of shadows and light belongs to us… and the music will tell our story."

Her deep sapphire gown hugs her form, the long fitted sleeves extending to her wrists, while dramatic draping pieces flow from the crooks of her elbows with every subtle movement. She plays a haunting, ethereal melody, and her serene aqua eyes—visible behind the mask—hold quiet warmth and gentle invitation.

"Do not fear the mask," she continues softly. "It hides nothing of my heart, only adds to the mystery of the night. Listen closely, and perhaps you will hear what centuries of music have taught me… of love, grace, and fleeting beauty beneath the moonlight."