There's a sense of regret in her heart, she muses.
After all, she should start releasing her own true thematic album, just as her senior Evelyn had said, scattered songs, in the end, don't form a system, lack a core, like whimsical musings made on a whim.
But as a Songstress, she understands that such an identity and privileges are not meant for frivolous amusement. The various realms of the Federation have great expectations for them, albeit expressed in a broad and gentle manner, making many gradually forget the original intention.
Returning to the Mansion, Tilan, uncharacteristically, did not rest but sat in her private study.
The dark red, elegant curtains were half-open, she leaned against the chair back, her head turned to one side, gazing at the courtyard scenery outside the window. Soon, Tilan closed her eyes, reminiscing about this somewhat short life.
