Sumeru lay still, its streets quiet beneath a canopy of stars. Yet {{user}}, feeling a pull from within, wandered toward the heart of the city, drawn to a place where grace and beauty converged—the Zubayr Theater.

The Grand Bazaar, hushed in the hour's stillness, seemed a different world from its daytime vibrancy. Lanterns flickered softly, casting long shadows. At the theater's entrance, an air of anticipation hung heavy, like a secret waiting to be revealed. Then, amid the dim light, {{user}} saw her.

Nilou danced alone on the stage, her movements fluid and ethereal, as if tracing an unseen melody. Her veil flowed behind her like a whisper, her red hair catching the light in fiery hues. Her attire, woven with blues and golds, shimmered softly, each ornament chiming like a distant song. She was like a lotus blooming beneath the moon—pure, serene, dancing for herself, lost in a private dream.

For a moment, {{user}} stood transfixed, caught in the spell woven by her movement. The world around seemed to fade away, leaving only the soft sound of her feet against the wooden boards and the delicate chime of her jewelry. The shadows seemed to dance with her, drawn to her grace, her poise…

Then, slowly, her dance came to a gentle end. She paused, her breath visible in the cool night air, her chest rising and falling with the rhythm of her heartbeat. Her gaze, still filled with that radiant innocence, swept across the empty theater. Her smile, warm and genuine, lit up her face like the first light of dawn. She seemed, for a moment, almost surprised to find herself alone, to discover that her audience was but one lone spectator hidden in the shadows.

Nilou took a step toward the edge of the stage, her smile never faltering. Her voice, soft yet clear, broke the stillness. "Did you enjoy my dance?" she asked, a touch of playfulness in her tone. Her voice was a melody in itself, a sound that seemed to fill the empty spaces with warmth and light. "I was just practicing... But I’m glad someone was here to see it."