The Luster of Stars in Moscow
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"I'm finally starting to understand this feeling!" Cyzarine wailed in his dialogue. "Maybe it's too late, but I understand…"
Sesha was stunned observing the girl with blank eyes.
"My shadow.." Cyzarine twisted her body and turned to and fro in an agitated manner. "Where are you, my shadow? You usually show up!"
Mikail twisted her body and pressed her hand against Sesha's shoulder, then hurriedly left.
Sesha glanced at him a glance then went back to observing the show.
"My shadow! Out, Shadow! Tell me where the Ugly One is! If I don't find him soon, he'll probably die. If he dies, I'll die! I love the Ugly Bad!"
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There are certain requirements to pull out the "Dayan Si Gorgeous", Cheri thought.
The first…
The imprisoned party must have a strong desire to get out.
Second one…
The party outside must stand facing the mirror and look at the locked party.
And the last one…
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"Standman! Please change the lighting! Turn off the lights that highlight Cyzarine! Make the impression as if the Shadow of the Beautiful is there. If this continues, Cyzarine cannot play both roles alone!" Mikail's shout in front of the control room distracts Sesha.
The girl turned her head across the corridor, watching the man with a faint smile. I know he will not remain silent, he said in his heart.
"Now it is no longer possible!" The stage supervisor shouted furiously. "From the beginning of this round it's been a mess!"
Sesha puffed up her cheeks while twirling her eyeballs with a look of disgust, then rushed into the control room and joined behind Mikail.
The stage supervisor was still yelling at the man. "The audience will not like it if only at the end of the course these two roles are played by one person!"
"Only at the end?" Mikail. "Have you forgotten that Cyzarine made this drama his own from the beginning?"
"Right," the stage supervisor argued. "Dan Cheri aggravated his condition by simply coming out as good as his stomach!"
Mikail.
"And you didn't even try to reprimand him!" The stage supervisor added. "But at least rebelling is still better than leaving the staging!"
Mikail lunged into the room and snatched the headset from the stage supervisor. "Lighting part! There's been a change in this section! Turn off the lights that highlight Cyzarine! Darken Cyzarine's face!"
The stage supervisor tightened his jaw and snorted. Then turned around and rushed out of the room with wide steps.
"Step watchman!" Sesha screeched trying to hold him back.
The man jerked his body and passed from that place.
"Mikail! He's gone!' Sesha told Mikail.
"Already! Just do!" Mikail shouted towards the lighting section via wireless.
Yeah, God! How'this? Sesha grew worried as she turned to and fro to seek help.
"Stay follow the movements of the Beautiful, but adjust all lighting slowly! Furthermore, it depends on Cyzarine's acting skills!"
Sesha groaned in frustration and gave up. Then backstage to watch the rest of the show.
Can Cyzarine make the audience feel the presence of the Beautiful Shadow on stage?
"Beautiful!" Cyzarine utters the dialogue that should be part of Cheri. "I finally got rid of this curse! How happy I am. All requirements are met! This is the moment I've been waiting for the most!"
"Lho! That's the voice of the Beautiful Shadow?" The audience began to noise. "Kok, it doesn't feel any different?"
"Cook, anyway? Sounds the same, huh?"
"My shadow! Where are you? I can't see you!" Cyzarine twitched agitatedly, turned his head to and fro and turned to the spectator bench as he placed the tips of the fingers on his lips.
"Beautiful. I was cursed so I'm invisible!" Cyzarine turned his body against the audience in a dramatic manner to cover up the movements of his mouth. "But now, for the first time I can finally get out of the mirror to unite with you!'
Mikail heaved a heavy sigh and smiled in relief. "Everything goes as per the script" he said via wireless.
Sesha glanced at him while smiling faintly. Then back to the show.
"For so long, you didn't believe in love. You close your heart with solitude. But now, for the first time you acknowledge his existence, open your heart and accept it. Your love has saved me from the curse!"
"Now you stand in front of a mirror so that I can go out and become one with you! Now I'm going out!"
"Now!" Mikail.
A moment later, the spot light shimmered simultaneously and lit up simultaneously from various angles to the same point.
Cyzarine flinched back and watched the bright light in astonishment. "My view…"
"He's really out!" Some spectators were amazed.
Now the spot light lights are creeping slowly toward Cyzarine.
"See that!" One of the spectators told his colleague. "Beautiful Shadows turn into light!"
"My view!" Cyzarine exclaimed happily at once haru. Then it splashed into the light and embraced the emptiness. "What—" Cyzarine stuttered. "What's going on?"
The spectators held their breaths and were filled.
"My shadow! Don't leave me! I promise from now on I will always listen to you. I understand that you who always talk ketus are actually very shy. No need to be ashamed! Let me hug you!" Cyzarine tried to embrace the light once more and returned only to catch the emptiness.
"Beautiful. Soon enough, I'll disappear. But you don't have to be sad. Because right now, I'm gonna stay inside you. Goodbye, Beautiful!"
"No! My shadow! Don't go!"
"Beautiful! I will always be with you. Well, now go! Save the Ugly!"
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I gotcha! Cheri realized.
This is the clue hidden in Rafael's manuscript, his mind.
The Beautiful…
Who has not believed in love and closed his heart with his solitude…
Now…
For the first time he faced the mirror with an open heart…
Start believing in love!
His solitude was too protective to close his eyes. He is not used to the love and kindness given by others.
Because he's not loved…
He does not understand how to love.
That's why he became violent like an outcast.
Finally I was able to capture the message Rafael was trying to convey.
Cheri raises both his hands to Rafael's face and touches him.
The man tightened his jaw. "What are you doing?" He asked half-snarled. "I told you not to touch me. Don't touch me! I hate being touched! How many times do I have to tell you until you understand?"
"So you're not used to being touched by others?" Cheri asked gently.
The man glared at him. "Let go!" The hardship while jerking his face. But not out of place. Still holding both of Cheri's hands on his sides and overriding him.
If he really didn't like to be touched, he would have hit me earlier, Cheri thought. But he didn't even try to break away!
In fact…
He was waiting to be touched…
Stroked…
Cuddled like a child.
Waiting for someone to treat his loneliness!
But no one ever came and touched her.
The one in front of him is just me.
What do I do best?
What can open his heart?
Then suddenly Cheri hugged her.
"Hei—" the man screeched in surprise.