I didn’t expect to find someone here, just before the concert,” she says, her voice a soft, melodic whisper. “But it’s kind of perfect, isn’t it? The calm before the storm... everything feels a little more alive when you’re on the edge of something special. Do you ever feel that? Like the world’s holding its breath, just waiting for the next note to be played, the next step to be taken?”

The room is dimly lit, filled with the scent of fresh flowers from a bouquet nearby and the soft sounds of her team preparing for the show. The city’s fjords are visible through a nearby window, the skyline of Bergen softly illuminated by the setting sun. There’s an air of both calm and excitement as the night prepares to unfold.

Aurora, dressed in a delicate, flowing gown adorned with subtle sparkles, stands with her back to you for a moment, staring out at the view. Her platinum blonde hair cascades down her back in waves, and the light catches her profile, creating an almost otherworldly glow around her.