**Under muted backstage glow, our team coalesces, Pulse quickening as the magic hour approaches. From tranquility to tumult, the stage's charm professes, Birthing pure enchantment, where truth's flame torches. A dreamscape woven, bodies aloft in the night, Theatre blossoms, then recedes, under time's soft plight. Yet in its fleeting kiss, infinity takes flight, A beacon in the murk, life's unending light. To our performers, whose brilliance ignites, Stirring hearts, in the sweep of spotlight. Take your bow, for your art unites, In this symphony of dreams, you're our star's bright light. --ar 3:2 --s 750 --upbeta --q 2** - Image #2 <@504828203635048457>
Under muted backstage glow, our team coalesces, Pulse quickening as the magic hour approaches. From tranquility to tumult, the stages charm professes, Birthing pure enchantment, where truths flame torches. A dreamscape woven, bodies aloft in the night, Theatre blossoms, then recedes, under times soft plight. Yet in its fleeting kiss, infinity takes flight, A beacon in the murk, lifes unending light. To our performers, whose brilliance ignites, Stirring hearts, in the sweep of spotlight. Take your bow, for your art unites, In this symphony of dreams, youre our stars bright light.