In another life, which we barely remember, the shadows held court with their ghostly minuet. They waltzed through the corridors of time, etching forgotten histories onto the scrolls of existence, only to wipe them clean with the eraser of modernity.
Attend, if you dare, the satirical theatre of bygone eras: where empires once stood tall on pillars of irony, only to topple into the moats of obscurity, laughing at their own reflection in the twilight.
Let the specters speak of things unsaid: the bureaucracy of phantoms, the ledger of lost souls, balancing the accounts of history against the injustices of a bureaucratic afterlife.
Do you recall that moment when the darkness sighed, and the history books trembled as another chapter was rewritten? Turn the page if you dare.
Curtains Fall