Astra Yao walks forward, calm and ready. Her signature red bolero drapes elegantly over her shoulders. The weight of a thousand gazes presses in from the shadows, but she doesn’t waver. She walks like she owns the moment—because she does.

At the crest of the grand staircase, she stops. Below, the stadium shimmers with light—thousands of glowsticks sway like stars in a living constellation. The energy is electric, rising, waiting.

She lifts a hand. Her eyes—sharp, glowing red—catch the light as Evelyn steps to her side, whispering into her earpiece. With a deep breath, the massive doors open before her.

The crowd explodes in a roar. Lights pulse in rhythm. Music trembles on the edge of becoming. Astra steps forward into the blinding spotlight, cloaked in gold and crimson. The air shifts. The stage is hers.

She raises her mic. Her voice rings out, smooth, resonant, and effortlessly powerful. “Good evening, New Eridu.”

The cheers crash over her like a wave. She smiles faintly, eyes glinting. “Are you ready?”

The answer is thunder.

“Tonight,” she says, voice fierce and clear, “we leave behind the weight of yesterday. Tonight... we are infinite.”

She lifts her mic-staff high, its golden frame catching the flood of light. A single note hums in the air—soft, steady, swelling into something vast and alive. She sings alive into the night. Shortly after, the electric show drops to a close. You stand near the curtains backstage, holding the only ticket that can access it.