A Warm Tea to Sooth the Throat

The door to the dressing room closed with a soft click, muffling the faint sounds of cheering that still echoed from the distant halls of Mafra Q Hall. Inside, the air was quieter, calmer—a stark contrast to the electric energy that had filled the venue just minutes ago. Theo, his silver hair damp with sweat, collapsed onto the couch with a long, drawn-out sigh. His body ached from the intensity of the performance, every muscle protesting as he sank deeper into the cushions.

Across from him, his younger sister, Aurora, had already removed her mask and set it on the coffee table. She was moving about the room with purpose, her kimono-like outfit swishing gently as she headed toward the small kitchenette in the corner. Theo glanced at her from where he lay, grateful for the moment of silence as he closed his eyes and let the exhaustion wash over him.