All the audience members seemed lost in their sadness. Owen cleared his throat and suddenly shouted from the crowd, "Wow, that was amazing! What a wonderful performance!"
Everyone seemed to snap back to reality. That's right—it wasn't real, just an incredible play.
Owen started clapping enthusiastically, and the others, infected by his energy, began to cheer and applaud wildly. The sadness in the air turned into admiration.
The diviner siblings, still teary-eyed, began their bows.
"We thank fate, respect fate, and revere fate," they said in unison. "This performance, and everything we have, is dedicated to the great Fate."
As soon as they finished, a faint light suddenly descended from the sky, enveloping the siblings.
They were shocked to feel that the persistent sadness in their hearts had lightened considerably.