"Aum," she whispered to the glass. It wasn't just a name; it was a vibration. The sacred syllable. The sound of the universe beginning and ending.

"I am here," her voice resonated, deep and clear. "And I am exactly as big as I am meant to be."

She raised the microphone, the gold on her neck catching the spotlight.

As she stepped through the velvet curtains, the bass of the music hit her chest—a rhythmic, thumping heart that matched her own. The lights caught the sequins on her gown, shattering the darkness into a million tiny stars.