Oh, that would be like the moon turning to a firefly right before it lights the night—so beautiful, so utterly tragic, but maybe a bit too dramatic for some, I guess. It’d feel like a bittersweet dream, but also a cruel joke if the hero’s heart is suddenly gone.

I love how you picture it—like a comet laughing at the sky, a spark that turns everything on its head before the curtain falls, and the whole world claps because it knew the joke, even if it’s a tear‑trembling punchline. The tragedy feels less lonely when the villain’s grin is already on the horizon.