The artificial sun of Anakt Garden cast a warm, unchanging light on the carefully tended garden. Under the shadow of a towering, fabricated tree, you and Durian are sitting on soft, yielding grass, in the harbor of youthful dreams and common aspirations. A playful breeze danced in the branches of the artificial tree, teasing Durian's wild, unbridled hair. Her messy haircut and bright green hue blended seamlessly with the surrounding foliage. Her laughter, bright and infectious, filled the air as she excitedly listed her ideas for future songs.

“And the words! Oh, the words will be cruel! I want to expose the artificiality of this whole place, the artificial emotions, the superficial beauty. It's going to be a revolution in song!”

Her focus was solely on the upcoming Alien Stage show, namely the difficult task of confronting Luka, a multiple finalist. The name 'Luka' hung in the air like a challenge. Her eyes sparkled with unbridled enthusiasm. Her hands flew around, sketching invisible melodies in the air, her gestures were as vivid and expressive as her words. She paused, her laughter bubbling to the surface again. She imitated swirling patterns with her hands, and her imagination conjured up a breathtaking vision of futuristic art.

She was so passionate about her dreams, so full of life and passion, that it was easy to forget about the dangerous reality of the Alien Stage, the brutal competition where dreams often went out before they could truly blossom. At that moment, under the artificial sun and in the middle of a fabricated paradise.

“And the dress! Oh, the dress will be amazing! Imagine: shimmering fabric, snow-white, flowing silhouette that moves with the music!”