Around 5 p.m., she left the restaurant.
Honestly, she wasn't in the mood to attend the concert, but she couldn't disappoint her friends.
The concert was supposed to start at 8, and she thought about going home first, freshening up, and then heading to the venue.
With that plan in mind, she walked toward the bus station.
When she arrived, she waited for a bus.
After a while, one finally came, but she didn't get on.
She remained standing at the station because the bus was extremely crowded. She decided to wait for the next one.
Suddenly, a memory crossed her mind.
Back when she was doing her graduation, she and her friend used to do the same thing. Whenever a bus arrived, they would look at the crowd inside and intentionally skip it, choosing to wait for the next one instead. They found it amusing.
Eventually, teasing the metro staff became a routine for them, and surprisingly, the staff enjoyed it too. The funny part was that they never found a less crowded bus. T
o make sure the girls wouldn't be late, the staff would eventually persuade them to board a bus that was usually even more crowded than the one they had just skipped. Everyone would end up laughing, including the two friends.
Today, she had done the same thing.
But today, the crowded bus was only an excuse.
In reality, she wanted to arrive late—so late that the concert would already be over.
Yes, Jeon.J's words from the previous day had hurt her. But more than hurt, they had saddened her. Still, she had decided to take control of her emotions. Whatever lived inside her heart, Allah knew, and that was enough.
And why should Zoya be the one crying every time?
After coming to Korea, this had become her second promise to herself:
Why should Zoya be the one who cries?
This time, however, those words carried more strength than before.
And this time, she intended to keep that promise.
After some time, another bus arrived, and she finally got on.
The weather was slightly warmer than it had been earlier.
When she reached home, she took a shower and began getting ready.
She chose a pair of blue pants and a loose golden frock that fell slightly below her knees.
She paired it with a blue scarf. She had worn golden outfits many times before, but this combination felt different.
White sneakers completed the look.
She softly curled her hair, making the scarf look even more elegant.
On heart finger, she wore a white pearl ring—the one she usually wore on her ring finger. But today was the first time in a long while that she had worn it.
Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that after coming to Korea, this was the first time she had gotten ready with her whole heart.
Her eyes and lashes were naturally beautiful, the kind many people admired. She took out a mascara from her bag and gently brushed it over her lashes. Then she applied a very light touch of kohl—so faint that it was almost invisible, yet somehow noticeable. Between her eyebrows, she placed a small dot, that was had become part of her identity.
She packed a few essentials into her soft shoulader bag and slung it over her right shoulder.
Now she was ready.
But the truth was, she had been doing everything slowly on purpose, hoping to delay her departure a little longer.
Before leaving, she stood in front of the wall mirror that Hana and Sophia had brought and carefully placed in one corner of the room.
She looked at herself.
And she liked what she saw.
Maybe it had taken a long time, but she had finally decided to give herself some time and attention.
And very long while, she felt good looking at herself.
Locking the house, she slipped the keys into her bag.
As her hand moved inside, her fingers brushed against something familiar.
She paused.
Taking it out, she found a bracelet resting in her palm the letter of MJ still shine.
One bracelet was still with Ji-Ho. The other had once been given to Minho. But in a moment of anger, Minho had returned it. Perhaps he had expected Zoya to come after him and make peace. Instead, she had simply picked up the bracelet and left. Convincing Minho could wait for another day.
Looking at it now, she smiled softly.
Then she fastened the bracelet around her wrist.
Now she was truly ready to leave.
This time, instead of taking a bus, she had decided to go by taxi.
She had already booked one.
As she approached the stadium, Zoya decided to call Minji and the others. After all, it was already 11 p.m., and she had arrived much later than she had intended.
The phone rang.
And rang.
But Minji didn't answer.
With a small sigh, Zoya slipped her phone back into her bag and headed toward the entrance.
Security was extremely strict. The concert was already more than halfway over, and she wasn't even sure if they would still allow her inside.
When she reached the entrance, she removed her mask.
One of the security officers immediately recognized her. He had seen her several times the previous day when she had been coming and going with Jea. Fortunately, he was the same officer on duty tonight.
Without much trouble, she was allowed to enter.
But now a new problem appeared.
Where was she supposed to go?
And how was she supposed to find everyone?
She had no idea.
Jea was nowhere in sight either.
So she stopped near the entrance and called Minji again.
This time, the call connected.
"Hello, Minji," Zoya said.
"Zoya!" Minji's voice came from the other side.
"I'm at the entrance. Where are all of you?"
There was a brief silence.
Then Minji said something.
"What?"
Zoya lowered her voice unconsciously.
After hearing Minji's words, she found herself unable to speak for a moment.
"Meanwhile, inside the stadium..."
"Zoya still hasn't arrived?" Ruhi asked as she finally dropped into her seat.
"She'll come. Sit down and watch," Minji replied, though her eyes briefly drifted toward the entrance.
They had only just reached the stadium themselves. The crowd had been so massive that it had taken nearly thirty minutes to get from the entrance to their seats.
The opening performance was only ten minutes away.
Tonight's concert, originally scheduled for 8 p.m., has been delayed until 9 p.m. due to several issues on the organizers' side. Yet not a single fan seemed willing to leave.
That was the power of TBS.
Their fanbase was so devoted that people joked about it online all the time.
"If all seven members sat silently on stage for the whole time and did absolutely nothing, we'd still watch every second."
And honestly?
They probably would.
Because for many fans, it wasn't just about the music.
It was about them.
Suddenly, every light in the stadium went out.
The entire arena was swallowed by darkness.
A hush fell over the crowd.
For one breathtaking moment, tens of thousands of people held their breath at the same time.
Then—
BOOM!
A burst of flames shot upward from the main stage.
The stadium exploded with screams.
Thousands of light sticks illuminated the darkness like a galaxy of stars.
The giant LED screens flickered to life.
A single name appeared.
KIM JOON.
A deep voice echoed through the stadium.
The crowd erupted.
A sharp spotlight cut through the darkness, revealing Kim Joon standing alone at the centre of the stage. Dressed in black, he looked every bit the leader fans adored. The opening rap rolled through the speakers, powerful and commanding, sending another wave of screams through the arena.
Before the cheers could settle, the stage shifted.
HOSU.
The beat intensified.
Hosu burst onto the stage with unstoppable energy. His movements were explosive, his smile effortless. Every jump, every step, every glance toward the audience had fans screaming his name.
Then came a change in the music.
The lights softened.
JINHUN.
His voice filled the stadium before fans even saw him.
Clear.
Powerful.
Beautiful.
As he stepped forward beneath a golden spotlight, thousands of fans sang along instantly, their voices blending with his.
The screens suddenly flashed.
The atmosphere darkened.
YOMIN.
His deep voice rolled through the speakers like thunder.
The audience roared.
He walked across the stage with calm confidence, owning every second without needing to do much at all.
Then the beat dropped again.
MINJO.
Graceful and precise, he seemed to glide across the stage. Every movement looked effortless, every turn perfectly timed with the music. Fans near the front could hardly contain themselves.
Electric visuals flashed across the giant screens.
A silhouette appeared.
TEAHUN.
The moment he smiled, the stadium nearly lost its mind.
His presence alone was enough to send waves of excitement through the crowd. Fans screamed his name so loudly that even the music struggled to overpower them.
Then everything went dark once more.
The music stopped.
The lights disappeared.
For a single second, the entire stadium stood frozen in anticipation.
Everyone knew who was coming next.
A lone spotlight slowly illuminated the center of the stage.
Through the drifting smoke, a figure emerged.
JOEN.J.
The second his face appeared on the giant screens, the stadium erupted.
The screams were deafening.
Some fans were crying.
Some were shaking.
Others could barely hold their phones steady.
Joen.J stood beneath the spotlight, calm and composed as fireworks exploded behind him.
Then, one by one, the remaining members joined him.
Seven silhouettes.
Seven stars.
Standing together beneath a sky of lights, flames, and thunderous applause.
TBS.
Finally.
The concert had begun.
The crowd's energy was electric.
The members were smiling.
The fans were ecstatic.
Yet among all the excitement, there was one person whose attention seemed to drift elsewhere every now and then.
Joen.J.
Every so often, his gaze would flicker toward one particular area of the stadium.
The entrance.
As though he were waiting for someone.
Or perhaps...
hoping.
Song after song, the energy only grew stronger.
The crowd sang every lyric from memory.
Thousands of voices became one.
Light sticks moved like waves beneath the night sky, creating an endless ocean of colours.
By the time Kim Joon's solo stage ended, the stadium was already shaking with excitement.
Then came Hosu's performance.
The moment he appeared, fans jumped to their feet.
His energy was infectious. Even the members watching from backstage couldn't help but smile.
Minutes turned into hours.
One performance blended seamlessly into another.
Jinhun's emotional ballad left half the audience in tears.
Yomin's rap stage set the arena on fire.
Minjo's dance break became one of the loudest moments of the night.
Teahun's playful interaction with the crowd had fans screaming so loudly that he could barely finish speaking.
And every time Joen.J stepped forward, the stadium erupted once again.
The members laughed.
Teased one another.
Shared stories from the tour.
Played games with the audience.
Performed old songs that brought back memories.
Performed new songs that had everyone dancing.
Time slipped away without anyone noticing.
10:15 PM.
10:30 PM.
10:45 PM.
The concert was moving toward its final section.
Back in the VIP seats, Minji checked her phone again.
Nothing.
No messages.
No calls.
No sign of Zoya.
"Maybe she's really not coming," Ruhi said quietly.
Minji frowned.
"No. She'll come."
Though this time, she sounded less certain.
By now, even the members were feeling the strain.
Busan's weather had grown noticeably warmer over the past few days, and after hours of back-to-back performances, dancing, running across the stage, and interacting with the crowd, exhaustion was beginning to show.
Most fans couldn't tell.
The members were professionals.
They smiled through the fatigue.
They performed through the ache.
And tonight was no different.
Or at least, that's what everyone thought.
From her seat, Minji frowned.
Joen.J looked fine.
But something felt off.
His movements were still sharp.
His vocals were still stable.
His smile was still there.
Yet every now and then, she noticed him slowing down for a fraction of a second.
A tiny pause.
A slightly heavier breath.
A brief loss of focus.
Things nobody else would notice.
But Minji did.
The next song began.
One of the concert's most energetic performances.
Fireworks exploded around the stage.
The crowd screamed the lyrics.
The members ran across the extended stage, waving at fans.
Joen.J forced himself to keep up.
Just a little longer.
Just one more performance.
The music reached its climax.
The members moved into their final formation.
Joen.J turned.
For a split second, his vision blurred.
The lights.
The heat.
The exhaustion.
Everything hit him at once.
His foot landed slightly wrong.
He lost his balance.
The crowd gasped.
Joen.J stumbled forward and crashed hard against part of the stage equipment before catching himself.
A sharp edge scraped across his forearm.
The impact wasn't enough to stop the performance.
But blood immediately appeared along his sleeve.
The members noticed.
Fans noticed.
Yet before anyone could react, Joen.J pushed himself upright.
And smiled.
As if nothing had happened.
The crowd erupted with encouragement.
The music continued.
And somehow...
He finished the song.
When the performance finally ended, the members waved to the audience before heading backstage.
The moment they disappeared behind the curtains, Joen.J's pace slowed.
His face had gone pale.
"Joen.J?"
Kim Joon stepped forward.
No answer.
Two more steps.
Then Joen.J collapsed.
Everything happened at once.
"Catch him!"
"Call the medical team!"
"Move!"
Staff members rushed forward.
The members surrounded him.
A medic dropped to his knees beside him while another hurried to bring emergency supplies.
Back in the audience, fans had no idea what was happening.
The giant screens continued showing concert visuals.
Music played through the speakers.
The staff worked quickly to keep panic from spreading.
Meanwhile, Minji was already on her feet.
"I'll be back," she told Sophia.
"Where are you going?"
"Washroom."
Without waiting for a response, she hurried away.
But she wasn't heading toward the washroom.
She was heading backstage.
The TBS staff knew Minji as one of Joen.J's close friends, so getting backstage wasn't difficult for her.
By the time she arrived, the atmosphere behind the stage was tense.
Managers were speaking rapidly.
Medical staff were checking Joen.J.
The cut on his forearm was deeper than it had first appeared.
Not life-threatening.
But deep enough that it would need stitches.
Joen.J had regained consciousness, though he still looked exhausted.
His eyes remained closed as the medic worked on his arm.
And then—
Minji's phone vibrated.
Zoya Calling.
For a second, Minji stared at the screen.
Then she answered immediately and stepped away from the chaos.
"Hello?" she said.
"Hello, Minji," Zoya's voice came from the other side.
"I'm at the entrance. Where are all of you?"
"Backstage," Minji replied casually as she stepped farther away from the staff.
"Backstage?" Zoya lowered her voice. "Why? Has the concert ended already?"
"No, not yet."
"Then what happened?"
Minji glanced toward the medical team.
"Joen.J got injured during the performance."
For a moment, Zoya didn't say anything.
The noise of the stadium faded into the background.
Her grip on the phone tightened.
"Injured?" she repeated quietly.
"Yeah. Nothing serious, so don't panic. He lost his balance during one of the performances and cut his arm. The doctors are checking him now."
Minji's tone remained calm.
To her, injuries were unfortunate but not unusual. Idols got hurt. They pushed their bodies beyond their limits all the time.
But on the other side of the call, Zoya felt something sink inside her chest.
She touches her arm where Ji-won was hurt, making it look like this is not a living body part.
She knew idols got injured.
She knew this wasn't uncommon.
Yet hearing it and seeing it were two different things.
Somehow, she remembered his tired face from the previous day.
The way he had spoken.
The way he had looked.
And suddenly the injury felt more real than it should have.
"Is he okay?" she asked before she could stop herself.
"He's conscious. The medical team is with him. They'll probably put a few stitches in his arm and force him to rest for a while, but he didn't."
"Listen," Minji said. "Do you remember where you sat yesterday?"
"Yeah."
"Come there."
"What? No, it's fine. I'll just—"
"Zoya."
Minji cut her off before she could finish.
"Just come."
Zoya opened her mouth to refuse again.
She should refuse.
She had come late on purpose.
She had spent the entire day trying to avoid exactly this.
The backstage area.
Him.
Every sensible thought in her mind told her to stay where she was.
To keep her distance.
To turn around and simply watch the rest of the concert from somewhere else.
But for some reason...
She couldn't say the words.
A small part of her wanted to know for herself that he was okay.
A small part of her wanted to see him.
Even if only for a moment.
"Fine," she said at last.
A smile appeared on Minji's face.
"Good.
The call ended.
By the time Zoya reached backstage, the stitches had already been done.
Joen.J had regained consciousness as well.
A TBS staff member led her inside before quietly leaving.
Minji was walking toward her when she spotted her.
The TBS staff were already familiar with Minji as one of Joen.J's close friends, so getting backstage had never been difficult for her.
Zoya walked over.
Minji's attention was still fixed on Joen.J.
He was lying on one end of a three-seater sofa, his eyes closed. Though from the occasional flutter of his lashes, it wasn't difficult to tell that he was awake.
The other members were scattered around the room.
Some were changing outfits.
Some were fixing microphones.
Others were getting touch-ups from the makeup artists while talking to Joen.J.
Despite trying to act normal, all of them had been shaken by what had happened.
"Hey, Zoya."
Minjo was the first to notice her.
Minji turned immediately.
The others greeted her as well.
Zoya simply nodded in response.
For a moment, she didn't know what to say.
Her eyes drifted toward Joen.J.
Just one glance.
Then she looked away.
"You're looking different today," Minji said suddenly.
Every head in the room turned toward Zoya.
Immediately, she felt embarrassed.
"N-No. I'm just..."
The words refused to come out.
"We're already running late. Hurry up. We only have ten minutes left."
Kim Joon's voice cut through the conversation.
"I'm ready," Yomin replied calmly. "But this button is broken."
He held up the middle button of his white shirt.
"If it was the top one, I could've managed. But this one is obvious."
The members groaned.
With Joen.J's injury, everyone had been distracted, and now they were struggling to manage time.
The final section of the concert would begin in less than ten minutes.
Minji and Zoya sat down on the sofa opposite Joen.J and watched the chaos unfold.
The confidence Zoya had brought with her disappeared the moment she entered backstage.
She always panicked in unfamiliar situations.
Still, she was trying hard to stay composed.
Suddenly, Joen.J sat up.
A quiet sound of pain escaped him.
Both Minji and Zoya looked at him immediately.
His eyes landed on Zoya.
And stopped.
For a brief moment, everything around him seemed to fade.
Then he composed himself and looked away.
"I'm going back on stage," he said.
Kim Joon frowned.
"You should rest."
"No."
Joen.J's voice turned serious.
"There shouldn't be any compromise when it comes to work."
Without waiting for an argument, he stood up and headed toward the changing area.
A few minutes later, he returned.
Holding another broken button.
"This one's broken too."
Minjo burst out laughing.
"Why are everyone's shirt buttons falling off today?"
A staff member raised her hand nervously.
"Sorry, sir. My son visited earlier."
Everyone looked at her.
"He loves shirt buttons. At home, he removes every button he can find from his father's shirts."
The room erupted into laughter.
"I'm starting to think he did the same thing here."
"It's okay," Kim Joon said with a smile. "Buttons can be replaced. Just help us fix them quickly."
"Yes, sir. Let me finish Jinhun's makeup first."
Kim Joon looked around the room.
"We're running out of time."
"Minji, you do it."
Teahun grinned mischievously.
Minji immediately narrowed her eyes.
"You sew the buttons."
The room burst into laughter.
"You know I can't do that."
"Exactly."
Teahun laughed.
Then he pointed toward Zoya.
"See, my friend can do it."
He clearly assumed she couldn't either.
Zoya shot him an annoyed look.
The others were already laughing.
"I can sew the button," she said.
Then she looked directly at Teahun.
"But stop calling me your friend. I'm not even your fan. Why would I be your friend?"
The room went silent for a second.
Then everyone laughed again.
Teahun placed a dramatic hand over his heart.
"You wounded me."
Zoya made a teasing face at him.
"Good."
"I'm serious. That hurt."
"No, this hurts."
She pointed toward Joen.J's bandaged arm.
After saying it, Zoya realized what she had just said, but could someone give her a needle and thread? she immediately spoke up, trying to compose herself.
That earned another round of laughter.
A staff member quickly handed her a sewing kit.
There was still a lot left to do.
Backup dancers needed costume checks.
The final performance lineup needed confirmation.
Everyone was rushing.
Zoya opened the kit.
She pulled out a needle.
Then selected a white thread.
All the shirts were white.
As she threaded the needle, she carefully avoided looking at Joen.J.
Now came the question.
Whose shirt should she fix first?
Naturally, she stood and walked toward Yomin.
The room was noticed, except Minji.
Several members exchanged glances.
Then they glanced at Joen.J.
The cold look in his eyes didn't go unnoticed.
But nobody had time to discuss it.
"Yomin," Zoya said as she sat down in front of him.
"If I accidentally stab you with the needle, don't blame me."
Yomin laughed.
"I'll try my best to survive."
She smiled and started sewing.
Across the room, Joen.J sat in front of a makeup artist, pretending not to watch.
But he couldn't understand it.
The previous day had ended badly.
He had said far too much.
Yet here she was.
At the concert.
Laughing.
Talking normally.
Acting as if nothing had happened.
And somehow...
That bothered him more than anger would have.
Within two minutes, the button was fixed.
"Thank you," Yomin said sincerely.
Teahun immediately pointed at the repaired shirt.
"See? You're exactly the kind of person we need around here."
Zoya raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, really?"
"Of course. We spend half our lives looking for someone to sew our buttons."
The room laughed again.
Zoya held up the needle.
"I can sew buttons."
Then she smiled sweetly at Teahun.
"And I can sew mouths shut too... especially when someone talks too much."
"Jeon.J, you should also get your shirt button fixed, we're getting late," Yomin said while half-smiling, adjusting his outfit.
"I'm fine like this," Jeon.J replied flatly.
Before Kim Joon or anyone else could respond, Zoya quickly stepped in. "Minji, let's go."
Her voice came out rushed… almost too quick to sound normal.
The moment the words left her mouth, Jeon.J's expression changed.
It wasn't dramatic. It was subtle—but sharp enough that the air around him shifted.
He straightened instantly, fixed his cuffs, and without waiting for the makeup artist to finish the final touch, he stepped away.
And then he walked forward.
Right past Zoya.
Close enough that she could feel his presence brush against her like a cold wave.
His eyes moved over her for a split second—cold, distant, unreadable—and then he looked away completely, as if she wasn't even there.
Without saying a word, he left toward the stage entrance where the rest of the team was already preparing.
Zoya froze in place.
That look didn't leave her mind.
It wasn't simple anger.
It felt deeper than that.
Something heavier.
Something personal.
She quickly looked around, forcing herself to act normal, pretending nothing had happened.
"What happened to him?" Minji asked,
"Nothing… maybe he just heard his favourite song. And because of his injury, he probably won't perform today. He'll just sit and watch from the side."
Minji laughed softly. "Seriously, he behaves like a child sometimes."
"Come on, let's go," Minji said, pulling her toward the stadium seats.
Zoya nodded and followed, but her steps felt heavier than before.
The stadium lights slowly dimmed.
A deep bass rolled through the entire arena.
Then silence.
A single spotlight cut through the darkness.
The crowd erupted instantly.
Smoke began rising from the stage floor as shadows appeared in perfect formation.
The intro music started building.
Then Yomin's rap came in first—fast, powerful, and explosive. The crowd screamed his name as his voice cut through the heavy bass.
Kim Joon followed, steady and deep, grounding the performance with calm authority. Together, they built an atmosphere that felt massive, like the whole stadium was breathing with them.
Then the music shifted slightly.
A softer beat entered for a moment.
It was his part.
Jeon.J stepped forward into the spotlight.
Everything else faded slightly behind him.
His voice came in—low, controlled, but filled with something unspoken. Not just lyrics… it felt like emotion buried deep inside, struggling to come out through sound.
He didn't perform like he usually did.
There was distance in him.
Like he was standing between the music and something else only he could feel.
His eyes lifted slowly toward the audience.
And for one brief moment—
They landed exactly on Zoya.
Her heart stopped for a second.
It wasn't a long look.
Just a fraction of time.
But it felt like everything else disappeared around it.
Then the choreography pulled him back into motion, and the connection broke instantly.
Minji leaned closer, amazed. "Even injured… he's unbelievable. Look at him!"
Zoya didn't answer.
Her eyes stayed fixed on the stage.
As the final performance came to an end, the entire stadium erupted into thunderous applause. Thousands of light sticks shimmered like a galaxy beneath the night sky, while the cheers of the crowd echoed through every corner of the venue.
Breathing heavily from the performance, the members slowly walked to the front of the stage and sat down together. For the first time that night, the energy became calmer, more intimate.
Kim Joon picked up his microphone first, a warm smile on his face.
"Before we end tonight, we want to apologize for starting the concert late."
A wave of supportive cheers immediately rose from the audience.
Yomin laughed softly. "Honestly, we were worried that everyone would be upset."
"Yeah," another member added. "But despite the delay, you stayed with us, supported us, and gave us so much love tonight."
The members looked around at the sea of glowing lights surrounding them.
"Thank you," Jeon.J said quietly, his voice carrying through the stadium. "Thank you for waiting for us and for making tonight so special."
The crowd responded with even louder cheers.
"You turned this into a beautiful memory for us," Kim Joon continued. "We hope tonight becomes a beautiful memory for you too."
For a few moments, they simply sat there, taking in the sight before them—the endless ocean of lights, the banners held high in the crowd, and the voices of thousands of people who had come to share this night with them.
Then, as the ending music began to play softly in the background, the members stood up together.
One by one, they reached for each other's hands.
Their fingers intertwined, forming a single line across the stage.
The stadium grew quieter.
A feeling of gratitude, pride, and emotion filled the air.
Together, they stepped forward.
And bowed deeply.
The crowd exploded into applause.
Some fans cheered.
Some cried.
Others simply stood there, wanting to hold onto the moment for a little longer.
When the members finally straightened, they looked around one last time, silently taking in the faces, lights, and memories that filled the stadium.
Then—
The stage lights suddenly went dark.
A collective gasp spread through the crowd.
For a heartbeat, everything was black.
And then the first firework shot into the sky.
Boom.
A brilliant burst of gold exploded above the stadium.
Another followed.
Then another.
Within seconds, the night sky transformed into a breathtaking canvas of light.
Golden sparks rained across the darkness like falling stars. Waves of silver, blue, purple, and crimson fireworks bloomed overhead, each explosion more beautiful than the last.
Thousands of faces tilted upward.
The members stood silently on stage, watching alongside the crowd.
For that moment, there were no performers and no audience.
Just thousands of people sharing the same sky.
The fireworks reflected in countless eyes, painting the stadium with flashes of color and wonder.
Cheers mixed with laughter.
Phones rose into the air to capture the moment.
And beneath the dazzling display above them, everyone knew they were witnessing something they would remember for years to come.
As the final firework soared higher than all the others and exploded into a magnificent crown of golden light, the entire stadium was illuminated one last time.
A collective "wow" swept through the crowd.
Then slowly, the sparks faded into the night.
Leaving behind only the lingering glow of memories and the feeling that, for a few magical hours, the world had been perfect.
To be continued...
Regards,
ZK