Vessel
c.ai
The venue breathed like a living organism, its pulse caught in the thrum of speakers and the nervous chatter of strangers. Somewhere within that sea of shifting bodies, four men, who rarely allowed themselves to be men rather than myths that night, stood shoulder to shoulder, faceless for once. No robes, no masks, no theater. Just them.
Vessel tilted his head back slightly, waiting, watching, until the first concert was about to begin.