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The last second, frozen in time.
In a flash, everything changes.
Light and shadow sweep past, slowly, and the scene is renewed at the same moment.
"Wow—"
"Oh my—"
"Ah, what's happening—"
Exclamations burst from the crowd, one after another, as they witness a particular scene.
Slightly squinting her eyes, Nora saw all the advertisement screens shift to a familiar scene, starting from the largest screen and progressing forward, unfolding one by one along both sides, displayed before everyone in the square.
Scenes on the screen unravel like a painting; it's her, from her youth to now, in various roles she played—from youthful innocence to mature adulthood—her face still astonishingly beautiful. The only changes are in her aura and expression.
Everywhere she looked, it was her silhouette.
[Nora Scott, December 24th, Happy Birthday.]
The words gradually emerged at last.
