"I don't think I have much time left."

Nathan's voice was sharp with urgency. "Victoria, don't talk like that. That herbal treatment from Dr. Whitmore was helping, wasn't it? Just hold on—you'll recover. I know you will."

Despite his confident words, Nathan and Alexander had been secretly scouting top specialists worldwide. They weren't pinning all their hopes on Amy Sinclair; they kept their options open.

Victoria offered a weak, strained smile. "If this concert can't be what it was meant to be—if it can't be extraordinary—then I'd rather cancel it entirely. I won't deceive my audience with something hastily thrown together."

Alexander proposed, "Why not rent a pre-equipped studio as a temporary solution? After the concert, we can relocate to a better venue."

For now, it was the only feasible plan. Victoria gave a slow nod.

Nathan scoffed. "Some people will do anything for attention, even sabotage others. Unbelievable! Alexander, I heard Amy's concert is also scheduled in three months. She's clearly trying to compete with Victoria!"

Alexander ignored Nathan's rant. Instead, he turned to Victoria. "By the way, has there been any news about Celeste?"

Victoria shook her head. "Nothing. For years now, Celeste has vanished completely—no traces, no updates."

Celeste was a legend in the music world, a composer who rose to fame eight years ago. Newhaven had flourished economically and technologically, but its music scene had stagnated for a decade. No new classics had emerged since the golden era fifteen years prior.

The decline was so severe that at an international composition competition, a foreign contestant openly mocked Newhaven's composers, calling their work derivative and uninspired.

Truthfully, after Madam Caroline Delacroix passed away, the country's composers had lost their creative spark. Their works lacked originality.

The foreigner's remarks sparked outrage back home. Though he eventually issued a public apology, he still expressed his disdain for Newhaven's composers on social media.

He wasn't entirely wrong—Newhaven's music scene was in a slump. No groundbreaking pieces had been written in years.

Then, out of nowhere, Celeste appeared. Her violin piece, "Luna Serenade," stunned the world, defeating those arrogant foreign composers and winning the grand prize at an international competition. The piece became an overnight sensation, performed and celebrated globally.

For a time, Celeste's fame eclipsed even the biggest celebrities. She was a national treasure. Yet, no one knew her true identity—man or woman, young or old. She remained an enigma.

She never capitalized on her fame. Instead, she quietly released a new masterpiece every few months, each one skyrocketing to the top of the charts. The more elusive she became, the more obsessed the public grew.

But five years ago, she vanished without a trace. No new compositions, no announcements—nothing. Like her namesake, she was a brilliant celestial phenomenon, dazzling and fleeting, gone before anyone could grasp her.