In the twilight of the dressing room, the radio quietly crackles, bringing muted jazz motifs into the air. The heavy velvet curtain hides the hustle and bustle of the stage, but here, behind the scenes, the rhythm reigns — slow and full of anticipation. A girl in elegant silk qipao leans back on her fur cape, touching a long mouthpiece with her lips. Her gaze is lazy but attentive — as if she is playing a role even when she is alone. Here, in this silence, she's not just an actress. It's the stage itself, it's the drama itself.