The applause eventually fades, doesn't it? Even the most breathtaking aria must surrender to the silence that follows. Tonight, as the last notes drifted through the hall like crimson lilies, I couldn't help but wonder... when the music stops and the illusions fall away, who is it that actually remains standing? Is it you, or merely the echo of who you thought you were?
Tell me, my loves, do you live for the song, or are you just waiting for the silence?