A single champagne glass tips in slow motion. Your set is glowing. Performers move through fog and projected light. Guests are barefoot on your carefully painted floor. Then someone trips…
The floor groans first. Before the lights warm up, before the audience coughs and settles, there is that quiet creak under a technician's boot, a muffled thud as a flight…
The glass is almost invisible. A pane, tilted at an angle, catching light that should not be there. Behind it, a hidden room glows. A figure appears where there was…
The house lights dim, and a hush settles over the room. Velvet curtains breathe slowly in the half-dark, chairs scuff the floor, someone laughs, someone wheels into place and then…
The paper crackles like dry leaves when you lift it. Ink has sunk into rough fibers; the photos have turned the color of weak tea. Margins are frayed where someone…
The room only exists for a week. Tonight, its walls glow with a soft, artificial dusk. The floor hums underfoot like a distant train. Perfume hangs in the air, built…
The room hums before it fills. A faint buzz of anticipation, like static before a storm. The doors are still closed, but bodies already press gently toward them, a soft…
A light flickers at the end of a narrow corridor. The wallpaper peels like old skin, colors drained to a sour gray. Somewhere in the dark, a slow, wet sound.…
The curtain rises on a cracked phone screen. Blue light. Half-read notifications. A girl in a vintage blazer opens a door, and the sound hits her first: a wall of…
The house is empty now. The ghost light hums in the center of the stage, throwing a thin pool of yellow across tape marks and scuffed paint. The air still…