You are always on it. The performance never ends. The only question is whether you will dance.
The curtains close behind them. Not with a bang, but with a whisper.
No one knew who built it. Some said it was the first thought of the first conscious mind. Others whispered it was the final dream of the last dying universe. mugen stage
And for the first time, the reflection smiles back—not as a stranger, but as an old friend who has just finished the longest rehearsal in existence.
Others rage. They scream at the light, try to tear down the curtains, curse the architect of this endless theater. Their voices echo into the void and return as whispers of their own childhood fears. You are always on it
The stage had no beginning and no end.
The stage does not ask for applause. It asks for truth. The curtains close behind them
The Final Curtain Call