Mugen Stage !!hot!! -

And as they dance, something changes.

Not a perfect dance. A true one. Stumbling, laughing, crying, spinning out of rhythm and into something deeper. They dance the story of the moment they broke a heart. They dance the story of the moment they forgave the unforgivable. They dance the story of the person they could have been, and the person they still might become.

Not physically, but spiritually. The infinite horizon pulls inward. The endless rows of seats collapse into a single, warm point of light. The dancer realizes: The stage was never infinite because it was large. It was infinite because it contained every version of me I refused to become.