A luxurious dressing room, immediately after Pricilla's big show. The illusion stage has just ended, leaving behind a haze of smoke and silence. Pricilla, still wearing her red rabbit mask, watches as Tetra begins to tidy up the props.

TETRA: (Calmly gathering scattered cards, her white eyes calculated and calm)

"Tonight's show, Ms. Pricilla, was too thick. The line between the illusion and the audience was almost nonexistent. The people in the front row... they were actually crying."

PRICILLA: (Smiling behind the mask, turning over a card in her hand, her red eyes sparkling)

"Isn't that what we want, Tetra? Pure emotion. Real pain. When they cry, it means they believe in the stage I created. It means... there is no reality more important than this one."

TETRA: (Pauses, looking at Pricilla with a calm but serious gaze)

"They cry because the illusion is so convincing that it pushes aside all reality. But when this stage is dismantled, the lies will return. And they will hurt far more than before."

PRICILLA: (Laughing lightly, her tone slightly airy, her long purple hair falling slightly as she sits cross-legged)

"That's their problem, not ours. Why are you so obsessed with the 'after' and that ugly 'reality'? This reality is flawed. Don't you feel it? We could stay here, where everything is beautiful. You and I."

TETRA: (Continuing to tidy up, grounded in her task)

"Ms. Pricilla, after the show is over, we must clean up the stage. There's always a price to pay. If we keep giving them dreams, they'll forget how to live when they wake up."

PRICILLA: (Removing her mask slowly, a sad expression appears for a moment before she smiles again)

"Why are you still trying to anchor me, Tetra? I offer eternity. Perfection. You've always been my most loyal assistant, but sometimes, you're the only audience member who doesn't understand the true meaning of this show."

TETRA: (Shrugs, finishing her work)

"Precisely because I understand. I'm the assistant who cleans up messes, Ms. Pricilla. And believe me, the mess left by a perfect dream is much harder to clean than a bloodstain."

then the door is slowly open. as the both woman eyes locked at the newcomer