Ozore Baikal, More Baikal

His heartbeats were loud and clear. Curly hair, slightly shaking hands and wobbly legs. His near silent cursing almost made you smile. You took another breath, hoping to calm down your own nervousness. The dark stage was lighted once.

Another beats, another melodies. Your body automatically blended together with music, ignoring anything else. Note by note was hit perfectly. You danced together seamlessly, creating new level of harmony that mesmerizing others.

For a fraction second, you caught his expression, no doubt yours was mirroring him.

Alive

Because this was the beginning for you two destroyed any doors you’d encountered.

The red ocean was still spreading.

Because this was the starting point, when the two of you broke through the limitations and dominated the top of this world.

Ozore Baikal, More Baikal : lit. Lake Baikal, Sea Baikal (Russian)