[ the coffin opens. an awfully tall, angie-shaped silhouette wearing a black dog mask strides from it, right into the spotlight. it makes the darkness that he's composed of glimmer, as if made of the dark of a starry night. he starts reciting. as he goes on, the stagehands, in their new sheep costumes, bustle around in the gloom, dragging the right props to the right places; two moons, red and blue, hanging above a tall and foreboding castle going into the farground, glass mannequins standing in for the cast, the fainting bed for the dead princess, the wicked sword to be worn at the knight's hip. ]
"Our first show, tonight, Is the pathetic, bloody, woeful tale... Of a man who lent all his hopes, All his dreams, To the promise of a tomorrow... that never came.
I present, folks, For one night only, "The Tragedy of Garland of Terra," as you've never! Seen it! Before!"
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an awfully tall, angie-shaped silhouette wearing a black dog mask strides from it, right into the spotlight. it makes the darkness that he's composed of glimmer, as if made of the dark of a starry night.
he starts reciting.
as he goes on, the stagehands, in their new sheep costumes, bustle around in the gloom, dragging the right props to the right places; two moons, red and blue, hanging above a tall and foreboding castle going into the farground, glass mannequins standing in for the cast, the fainting bed for the dead princess,
the wicked sword to be worn at the knight's hip. ]
"Our first show, tonight,
Is the pathetic, bloody, woeful tale...
Of a man who lent all his hopes,
All his dreams,
To the promise of a tomorrow... that never came.
I present, folks,
For one night only,
"The Tragedy of Garland of Terra,"
as you've never! Seen it! Before!"