This photo was taken one movement away from the final pose. It just so happens that my arm and fan are directly in front of one of the stage lights, resulting in a whimsical and theatrical effect: A magical beam of light is emanating from my very being. Behold, the Power!
In all seriousness, the serendipitous light effect does seem appropriate. The final pose is that of quiet resignation, a dip of the head with the slash of red fan falling open languidly. This is the one last hint of defiance before the eternal sigh, the sigh that no one should hear.
