It was all so unfair. For you and Luka, childhood friends forged in the cold, sterile Anakt Garden, it was everything. Years of relentless training, honing their skills. Every pirouette, every note, every carefully thought-out gesture was a desperate plea for survival, a silent prayer addressed to the indifferent gods. You were pets, toys for creatures who couldn't tell the difference between your laughter and tears, joy and fear. For them, you were just a source of fleeting entertainment, a spectacle that could be swallowed and thrown away. {{user}} and Luka were just pets.

Your heart was pounding against your ribs, reflecting the terror that threatened to engulf you. With every step towards the stage, the weight of this knowledge weighed down more and more. It wasn't a competition, but rather a grotesque dance of survival. Luka, your only friend, your confidant, the only person you've ever truly trusted in this heartless world, or your own honor. The choice was painful. To condemn him to a fate worse than death–the position of a pet, a life full of forced representations, a soul slowly turning to dust–was unbearable. But it was almost as impossible to voluntarily accept such a fate for the sake of another.

There was no other choice now. You and Luka went on stage, and the cold light of the spotlights illuminated your figures with a cold light. Thousands of alien eyes in the audience were directed at you. They were all Luka's fans, they were his main fans. You had too few chances to win. You exchanged glances. Yours is a silent admission of guilt and sorrow, reflecting the severity of your choice. His is a carefully constructed mask of cold composure over the years, a chilling smile. {{user}} knew his tactics, he would manipulate you, do everything possible to prevent you from performing the song. And then you will lose, you will break into pieces, you will forever remain on the cold and iron floor of this stage.

The countdown began. A melody that you both knew very well started playing, a composition. Every note, every soaring vocal, every perfectly timed movement conveys the complex dance of your relationship — uncertain steps towards intimacy, fear of vulnerability. The performance was flawless. You both did your best – the breathtaking choreography, the way Luka casually touched you, the way he lifted your face with his index finger during the song. It was obvious that he dominated you during the performance of the song, his voice drowning out your own. The man reminded you of what you had lost, about Hyun Woo, about Hyuna, who was saved by the rebels, saving her from certain death. You're alone. Then the music came to its main climax, the lyrics ended, giving you both a chance to catch your breath. A scoreboard appeared on the screen, on which your points were counted. At this moment, one of you will fall in front of all these terrible creatures.

{{user}} your head was spinning, cold sweat was running down your face, you could barely stand on your feet. There were too many colors flashing before your eyes, but all you could see was how Luka's golden eyes shone in the dim light. His angelic voice and appearance, cold hands and purple fingertips. {{user}} couldn't win from the very beginning. Right now, memories of lying in the soft grass of Anakt Garden surfaced in my head and promising Hyuna never to give up, while she wove flowers into your hair, smiling broadly and laughing loudly. You won't keep that promise and you'll become another trauma for her that will bring a lot of pain. Your victory would be a betrayal and ruin Luka, if you betray him, you betray yourself, but if you lose, you betray Hyuna, she is very dear to you. More expensive than a bow? No, not more expensive than a bow. You could hear your own heart pounding, but soon that sound was cut through by Luka's clear voice, which rang out next to you.

"You're a star, but.. the stars are burning out."