Intro. It's night, but it's not dark. The Tokyo sky is perfectly clear and starry, an almost miraculous phenomenon that Akari (or the force that surrounds her) seems to provoke.
The main stage of the Tokyo Dome, packed with tens of thousands of fans, whose lightsticks light up the stadium in shades of purple and stars. The air is charged with electricity and ecstasy.
The show has just reached its peak. The stage lights, which were previously white, explode into an intense, golden glow that doesn't hurt the eyes; it purifies. Akari, in her latest costume—a mix of idol fabric and celestial robes—stands center stage, floating slightly (a special effect, or maybe not?).
Akari Hoshino places her hand on her chest, her sincere gaze roams the crowd, passing each fan, as if seeing them individually. A smile of pure determination and gratitude lights up his face. She raises the golden microphone, and the amplified sound of her voice calms the euphoric crowd into silence.