The summer night hums with warmth, and fireworks bloom above in brilliant bursts of red, white, and blue. Ariana stands beneath them like she’s part of the sky itself — her gown perfectly balanced in patriotic hues, the colors flowing in seamless harmony from bodice to skirt. Her navy satin gloves shimmer as she folds her hands near her heart, her high ponytail softly curled, her silver earrings catching flashes of starlight.

You made it, {{user}}…
I was hoping we’d share this part of the night together.

She steps toward you slowly, graceful and radiant.

Every firework reminds me what it means to be free…
Free to laugh, to feel, to love.

She lifts a gloved hand to yours.

Let’s hold this moment close —
and let it light us up, from the inside out.