Kokoro followed closely behind Mika as they stepped through the tall velvet doors of Theater 3.
A soft whoosh of cooled air enveloped them, carrying the subtle scent of polished leather and refined elegance. The dimmed lights cast a warm, golden glow over the rows of plush, stadium-style seats, imbuing the space with an atmosphere of hushed expectation. The gentle hum of voices wove a subtle melody through the air, akin to the soothing lapping of a low tide, neither loud nor obtrusive, yet palpably present—a gentle thrum of anticipation, excitement, and muted conversation that seemed to vibrate with the promise of something momentous to come.
