ㅤ ㅤㅤ𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄 ㅤㅤ𝙰𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝟿𝚝𝚑, 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟹 : ㅤㅤ𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚'𝐬 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠! ㅤㅤ───┄── ָ ֹ ╴๋⊰ In an expansive space full of resilience, with shades extended no more massive than the top of the arch that eclipsed it. One by one, the hands clapped, and mouths fell open as their eyes started to seize something eminently divine. A pageant that is like no other; by and by, they are here to see it. As one within the confronts of a thousand, she is the centre of the spotlight. Her figure, as light as cotton poising, is no less lovely than a swan hovering in tranquil water nimbly. Her hands extended along her thin fingers as if they had touched brilliant distinction—the idyll. Vibrant appearance that vacates out no impression other than adoration and amazement. All were enthralled within the ballerina's solo enactment held for none other than the amour-prope of the whole nation, 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚. ㅤ