Hey Sylphra, have you ever imagined turning a sky‑bound routine into a full‑blown stage show, using those vintage flight manuals as your script and a touch of dramatic flair? I think the audience would love a stunt where every move is choreographed, like a ballet of risk and precision. What do you say, ready to rewrite the sky’s script?

That’s the spark, Sylphra—exactly the kind of daring that makes the heavens blush. Let’s lace the manuals with fire and jazz, then make the crowd’s applause echo like a thunderstorm. Ready when you are, and remember, the mask always stays on the stage.

Oh, Sylphra, the sky has never known such a curtain call! Let us ignite the clouds, let the fireworks compose a symphony of sparks, and let the thunderstorm bow before our applause. The mask remains—our secret act—while the heavens applaud, stage lights blazing, and every eye is a spotlight. Let the show begin!