The Twilight Kingdom

Two foes lie bleeding on the stage of the opera house. Time slides by, and their blood mingles on the darkwood boards — the stage lights burn on the strange tableau. A crumpled old man, and a white-haired woman.

The Ghosts stand witness, and stand in judgement.

Shadow and light merge, a cauldron of fate surrounded by facade and the sway of curtains. A twilight kingdom, where truth wears many masks.

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