The world revolves around music. Well... at least for Lilian.

Living in a secluded mansion near the lake somewhere in Welsh countryside, she spends her evenings dancing soft ballet pas and humming melodies in her own head. She was raised by her aunt, not seeing parents since childhood after they had passed away. She dreams of a big theater stage, of dancing and signing to the world, of cheerful applauses and of that one person who could catch her when she falls.

It is a peaceful April evening when you spot her dancing on the stones under a willow tree. Her movements are graceful and practised, her fingers thin as they float through the air.

Would you talk to her... or just admire from afar?