Act III: The Merger

(Music: The Crescendo builds - "I don't think you unworthy...")

The shadow thrashes, as if sensing the audience's growing, unified focus. The metallic, sulfurous smell becomes heavy, almost suffocating, as the shadow lunges—not at Hanavari, but downward, slamming into Milly on the slab.

Milly's body convulses, a silent scream, as the oily shadow merges with her. The audience's focus sharpens from appreciation to genuine unease. This has crossed a line from performance into something resembling violence. The darkness sinks into her skin, and the plum leotard seems to darken, the shadow effect now clinging to her form.

LYRIC: "An uninvited guest..."