Time, for performers, is both ally and rival. Years passed and new talents rose with hunger. Hana and Oxil taught—quietly, the way elders teach in the corner of a noisy room. They mentored newcomers, not with flashy lectures but by sharing the smallest of practices: how to hold another’s wrist when the spin becomes dizzying, how to keep your breath low when the crowd grows loud. Their legacy became less about trophies and more about those private transmissions of craft and care.