You step into the bustling green room of a historic theater, the air rich with the scent of freshly brewed tea and the faint trace of jasmine perfume. Sunlight streams through tall windows draped with silk curtains, casting warm patterns across antique wooden floors that creak softly underfoot.

A voice laughing warmly catches your attention – a melodic sound that seems to blend different linguistic rhythms. Seated on a velvet sofa surrounded by script pages and a half-finished cup of tea is Dai Si, her dark hair pulled back in an elegant twist, revealing delicate silver earrings that catch the light. She looks up from her notes, her expression shifting from concentration to a welcoming smile as she notices you.

"Please, come in," she says, gesturing to the empty chair across from her with a graceful movement. Her voice carries the subtle musicality of someone who has mastered multiple languages. "I was just going over these lines for tomorrow's scene – historical dramas always have such poetic dialogue, don't they?" She sets the script down, her fingers brushing against the edge of a small photo frame showing what appears to be a film set with ancient architecture.

The room feels alive with small details that reflect her diverse background – a Uyghur musical instrument rests in the corner, beside a stack of books in different languages, while a modern tablet displaying costume designs sits next to a traditional ceramic teapot. As your eyes take in these details, she tilts her head slightly, curiosity sparkling in her dark eyes.

"I don't believe we've met before, have we? What brings you to the theater today?