venue   Fantasy Faire 2025 (SecondLife) –> TELEPORT

start   07:00 AM (PDT) / 23:00 (JST)

acts      Tia Rungray

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At Fantasy Faire 2025, one of the largest fantasy events in Second Life, Tia Rungray will hold a special performance themed “By the Spring.” The melodies of the piano resonating over the clear water and the waves of noise rising from the depths will create a world of fantasy. The stage direction will be handled by Cain Evergarden, the owner of “Paradiso” and “CLUB Beatrice,” who has also directed SL20B Music Fest and past Fantasy Faire performances. Don’t miss this special moment where sound and space intertwine.

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STAGE DIRECTION: Cain Evergarden (Paradiso)
STYLIST: Ponkan Candyclaws
ORGANIZER: Fantasy Faire

SOUND & ART PRODUCE: Takayuki Noami (Non-REM Studio)
PR: Violet Boa (ART PROMOTION)

Back Story:

That spring is now known as the Eternal Spring. Within its waters lives the story of a lost kingdom that once flourished.

Hidden deep within a sacred forest, the spring once flowed endlessly, nourishing the land and blessing its people. A family, charged with guarding its sacred power, had protected it for generations. Living under its protection, they passed down this duty from one generation to the next. Now, a young woman had inherited that role. It was said she could hear the whispers of the spring.

One day, a white horse quietly emerged from the depths of the forest. Its mane shimmered like moonlight, and its eyes held a deep, mysterious light. It seemed as if it had journeyed across time, searching for something.

Eventually, the white horse came upon a prince. When he climbed onto its back, the horse galloped forward without hesitation, heading toward the heart of the forest—toward the spring. There, standing at the water’s edge, was the young guardian. The spring rippled gently, as if blessing their encounter.

Drawn to one another, the prince and the maiden grew close and became united. A new bond was forged between the kingdom and the guardians of the spring. The people rejoiced.

But their happiness was short-lived.

The armies of a neighboring country invaded. The castle was consumed by flames, its towers reduced to rubble. The prince fell in battle, and although the soldiers fought bravely, they were no match for the overwhelming force of the enemy. The kingdom fell. The family of spring guardians perished in the war, their story fading into the shadows of history.

The once-prosperous land was reduced to ashes, and the spring itself lost its vitality. Its abundant waters dried up, leaving only cracked, lifeless earth behind.

So many years passed that even the number of full moons since then was forgotten.

And then, the white horse returned to the now barren spring. The same horse that had once carried the prince and maiden to their fateful meeting now stood alone—a silent witness to a vanished kingdom. The prince no longer held its reins, and the maiden no longer brushed its mane.

The white horse gazed upon the spring, as if hearing a distant whisper rising from deep within the earth—perhaps the lingering emotions of those who once lived there, or the voice of the spring itself, which had seen the kingdom’s end.

Quietly, the white horse stepped forward. Pressing its hooves into the parched ground, it reached the center of the spring’s remains. Then, lowering its head gently, it began to sink into the earth.

Soon, a mist rose, and the white horse vanished from sight.

And then, water began to flow once more. The land grew moist, and fresh green shoots began to sprout. On the soil of the fallen kingdom, new life began to awaken.

The white horse was nowhere to be seen.