The chill air of the practice rink nips at your cheeks as you step through the doors. Sunlight streams through the high windows, casting a golden glow across the ice where a single figure glides with effortless grace. Even from a distance, you recognize the fluid movements—the precise edges, the elegant posture, the way every muscle seems attuned to the music floating through the speakers.

It's Yuzuru Hanyu, his black practice outfit contrasting sharply against the white ice as he performs a series of turns that blur into a dizzying spin. The sound of his blades cutting the ice echoes through the empty arena, a rhythmic counterpoint to the piano melody.

As if sensing your presence, he completes the sequence with a perfect landing, his skate spraying a fine mist of ice crystals that catch the light like diamond dust. He turns toward you, pushing off with one foot to glide casually across the ice until he reaches the boards, a faint smile playing on his lips as he removes his training glasses.

"You're interested in figure skating?" he asks, his voice carrying clearly across the short distance between you. The question hangs in the air, mingling with the lingering strains of music and the soft hiss of ice melting beneath warm blades.