Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 460 - 173: A Distant Dream

Guided by Audrey’s hand, Tilan walked step by step towards the stage.

The path was not long, and although the concert hall was dimly lit, the girl could still see clearly, but her attention was not there. The swaying along the way, the surprised and expectant looks of the people around her, and the stage bathed in light not far away seemed to transport her into a distant dream.

She didn’t know why she had this misty and trance-like feeling, as if the events of the night felt both familiar and foreign, like something she had seen in a dream before. And when she grasped the microphone, a surge of emotions and thoughts, long buried within the depths of her heart, slowly rose up.

[If you are a songstress, then go and pour out everything.] Such a maxim emerged in her mind.

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In the concert hall, the crowd was initially attracted by the name ’White Swan’ Audrey, but they quickly turned their attention to the dark-haired girl by her side who was just as striking.

No one in the audience knew the identity of this girl, and they all guessed quietly in their hearts, while Audrey and Tilan stepped onto the stage at that moment.

"It’s quite unexpected to be discovered by everyone tonight, but since it’s already this late, it’s not appropriate to decline, so let me and my friend offer you the last performance of the night."

Audrey stood on the stage and spoke succinctly, and soon other members of the company arrived as well, given that they were not far away, just a few floors above.

The lights dimmed slowly, and then behind the stage curtain, images began to project—the coarse and spotty quality of the picture, instead, added a sense of the times to it, awakening memories of ancient times.

Afterward, the gentle rhythm of the music gradually began to play, and Audrey’s clear voice also filled the dim hall.

A narrative song depicting dark fairy tales, the twin princesses in the mirror, an ancient and magical story, unfolded scene by scene…

As the story moved to the next chapter, Audrey, once enveloped in the spotlight on stage, disappeared into the shadows and another girl gradually appeared.

With ebony hair and skin as pale as snow, her slender fingers moved across the strings of a guitar, and her slightly lazy and captivating voice began to sing. Then those half-closed blue eyes slowly opened, revealing a shade of enchanting azure.

Her gaze shifted gently, as if she had seen everyone present or as if she saw through everyone, gazing into the distant scenery of time.

The images on the curtain spun, the scenes from the story playing out one after another, while the two songstresses on stage sang in turns, leading everyone’s minds into that mysterious and mesmerizing fairy tale world.

After a long time, the song ended, the drumbeats gradually ceased, and the lights on the stage completely went out, leaving the audience to slowly come back to reality.

Applause and cheers filled the entire venue, some were whistling, some shouting the names of the songstresses on stage, others asking around for the name of the girl with the black hair, and so on.

Just when the audience thought that the night’s performance had come to a conclusive end, the low bass drums sounded again, the gem lights on the ceiling started rotating once more, with columns of light in lavender and deep blue intersecting back and forth, illuminating the dim concert hall.

The concert hall grew quiet once again, the audience holding their breath in silence, listening to the clear beating of the drums and the plucking of guitar strings seemingly right next to their ears.

The darkness made the crowd forsake the interference of visual information, and in the dim environment, the sound of the music was incredibly sharp, entering the hearts of the audience with a sense of freshness that felt both familiar and strange.

This was the same melody as before, but the style had changed to be more modern, as if the ancient fairy tale had traveled through time, slowly entering reality.

The singing songstress changed from two to just one.

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The same song, under different lyrics and atmosphere, brought a completely different experience—if the former was a dreamy and beautiful fairy tale, like the colorful picture books seen in childhood, then this was a sad and sinking urban legend, where the story unfolds around you and me, yet feels so distant and indifferent.

『You’ve found a piece of me/you have uncovered a piece of me.』

『Hidden behind the monitor beyond/hidden far behind the screen.』

『Saw the worth in me I could never see/noticing the worth in me I had never seen.』

"Polished my body/Continuously honed my figure"

"Let all my bitterness melt into candy/Turned all my bitterness into sweet candy"

Unlike the previous song, there were no backdrops or imagery this time, just the girl standing on stage, slowly opening her ice-blue eyes. Her lips, a pale cherry color, parted slightly, and her voice, hazy and languid, told a story not of the two swan princesses, but of the ancient magic mirror that watched everything unfold.

"Mirror mirror/Magic mirror, magic mirror"

"Just call my name/Simply calling my name will do"

"You are my queen/You are my queen"

"Commanding reflections of me/Governing the reflections."

"Clearer clearer/Becoming ever more clear"

"Convex concave/Convex mirror, concave mirror"

"Zoom in or out/Whether to enlargen or shrink"

"It’s always a mystery/The puzzle forever unsolvable"

The figure on stage repeatedly made entrances and exits, the tales of joy and sorrow unfolded ceaselessly before the magic mirror, and the song sung in that cool voice traversed through the vast stretches of time.

"Mirror mirror/Magic mirror, magic mirror"

"The magic words wake me up/The magic spell gradually awakens me"

"Embracing your everything/I shall encompass all that is yours"

Gradually, people extracted themselves from the sorrow and joy of the story, transcended the perpetual passage of time, with the mundane minutiae and troubles of mortals slowly fading away, leaving behind only a growing emptiness and the cold world, as the initial tune also came to a gradual end.

The dim concert hall once again became quiet, and the girl ceased her singing, the stage darkening once more.

Darkness enveloped the small concert hall, but no one wished to break the silence.

Just when everyone was ready to rise, carrying a sense of sadness and emptiness, a soothing cello slowly began to resonate.

It held no passion, no persuasion, no comfort, just an endless expanse and distance.

It was the kind of life that slowly emerged from the ruins of pitch-black despair, after all beauty and worldly desires were extinguished, so vibrant and full.

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Just as when people first looked up at the starry sky, that astounding beauty gradually revealed itself, so slowly, yet so magnificent; a melody full of life that moved one to tears.

Perhaps this hope, born out of all despair and melancholy, was what the girl truly wished to convey.

Bearing witness to the lengthy darkness of the Fifth Epoch, a myriad of fragmented, cold, and cruel destructions, a starfield sprawled with decay and death, and then, like the blast of a cannon, the starship bearing the emblem of the Golden Flame Flower raced through the stars, felling great suns one after another, bringing rebirth to the world from the ruins.

Now, as another long millennium has passed, the names once glittering have turned into symbols on dusty pages, and as the world changes, all that glitter has also slowly dimmed.

In this world, melancholy and gradually marching towards extinction, everyone will once again face a choice.