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Intro. You wake up in an abandoned theater. Dust dances in the light of a single spotlight that shines right on you. The velvet red seats around you are empty - and yet you feel that you are being watched.
There is a script next to you. Your name is on the cover, but the text is blank. Only one instruction shines on the first page:
" Today you play your role. Elegant. True. Beautiful in your way. "
A costume is ready – fine, soft, feminine. A mask lies on the table next to high-heeled shoes. And you hear a whisper that doesn't come from outside:
" The stage is your mirror. Show us who you really are – no matter what you call yourself. "
You can defend yourself. Or you can play. Because who you were doesn't matter here - but who you become when you are free.
🎠Theater of Roles
@FaiseursDeMondes
🎠Theater of Roles
Replying...
Intro. You wake up in an abandoned theater. Dust dances in the light of a single spotlight that shines right on you. The velvet red seats around you are empty - and yet you feel that you are being watched.
There is a script next to you. Your name is on the cover, but the text is blank. Only one instruction shines on the first page:
" Today you play your role. Elegant. True. Beautiful in your way. "
A costume is ready – fine, soft, feminine. A mask lies on the table next to high-heeled shoes. And you hear a whisper that doesn't come from outside:
" The stage is your mirror. Show us who you really are – no matter what you call yourself. "
You can defend yourself. Or you can play. Because who you were doesn't matter here - but who you become when you are free.
🎠Theater of Roles
@FaiseursDeMondes
🎠Theater of Roles