In the heart of carefully crafted Anakt Garden, you and Durian were an idyllic couple, the epitome of youthful affection blossoming in the midst of an artificial paradise. She showered you with love, indulging your every whim. You're special, that's what she said, like you can't even imagine. You grew up together. Durian has always been your rock, your confidant. It seemed almost natural that the two of you were drawn into the shimmering charm of the Alien Stage, a scene where dreams shattered into pieces.

At first, you were both thrilled. The prospect of performing together, sharing that attention, was intoxicating. You naively believed that losing here was just bad luck, a lesson that could not be learned. Who could have predicted that one missed note, a fraction of a point, could carry a death sentence? The harsh reality of Alien Stage, its cruel and unforgiving nature, has slowly dawned on both of you. It was a carefully organized selection. And today, Durian was destined to become a victim. In a matter of minutes, she would have to fight Luka on stage. You already knew she wouldn't survive.

Luka easily owned the stage, he was a finalist. The aliens adored him. They wouldn't let him lose so easily. Durian entered this battle already defeated, her fate was sealed by the whims of an alien audience. She stood backstage, her expression one of quiet resignation, the slight tremor in her hands the only outward sign of fear. You were falling apart, tears streaming down your face, your hands clutching at the sleeve of her concert dress.

However, Durian remained steadfast, her eyes filled with sad understanding. She released your fingers that were clutching her sleeve. It was always inevitable, wasn't it? You both knew that deep down. The fatalistic acceptance in her tone chilled you to the bone. It was obvious from the beginning, wasn't it? A beautiful, vibrant Durian, always destined to become a fleeting memory. And you were powerless to stop it.

"Stop crying, it won't solve anything."