Their eyes reflected the shimmering cascade that separated them from the stage. The curtain wasn’t fabric, but a waterfall—a living, breathing veil of water that tumbled from the ceiling above, catching the glow of the last rays of sunlight.

Through the liquid curtain, the singer’s gown shimmered like moonlight on rippling water as the platform rose slowly from the depths below.

Each note seemed to rise, bending and dancing as though the water itself wove her song into the air.