As the month of Eleint draws to it's end, the White Mask Theater ensures one of it's oldest traditions is kept alive
in the midst of fiendish warfare, or, perhaps, in spite of it. Double doors thrown wide in welcome did draw the inspired
public to craft and create that which resonated in echo of "change" and, just so, thematically titled. Hostess for the
eve's Open Stage Night was the gossamer-clad assistant director, Oona Siofra.
in the midst of fiendish warfare, or, perhaps, in spite of it. Double doors thrown wide in welcome did draw the inspired
public to craft and create that which resonated in echo of "change" and, just so, thematically titled. Hostess for the
eve's Open Stage Night was the gossamer-clad assistant director, Oona Siofra.
Several artful acts and some curious activity ensured the evening was etched into memory.
♪ Alxian spake prose of seasonal transition with the coming of Marpenoth.
♪ Marietta offered ruminations of self-realization, wonderfully sung.
♪ Walton, making the most of opportunity, attempted to sell cosmetic products.
♪ Hinzel shared poems, two, of time's impact and with it: a message of hope.
♪ Jalib painted a lyrical picture of life's changes with lute in hand.
♪ Rose M. brightened the night with a light-hearted song of floral mischief, and
♪ Oona closed the show on dancer's tip-toes and whimsical notes plucked by lyre.
Though the evening proved to be a a grand success, it was not without it's own unusual turn of events.
Several patrons did claim to see a ghostly figure displaced from the auditorium's shadows at poignant intervals,
leaving witnesses to question and speculate over the possibility of the theater being haunted...
Several patrons did claim to see a ghostly figure displaced from the auditorium's shadows at poignant intervals,
leaving witnesses to question and speculate over the possibility of the theater being haunted...
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