The room hums before anyone speaks. Cutlery rests in perfect formation, a silver forest under candlelight. A blood-red runner slices the length of the table. In the corner, an empty…
The house lights are low, but not out. You stand at the back of the venue, watching the empty seats glow faintly under the work lights. Rows of possibility. Rows…
The painting leans against a chipped white wall, still smelling faintly of acrylic and coffee. There is blue sky where there should be ceiling, a crooked horizon, and a figure…
The first thing you feel is the weight of the room. Empty stage. Bare floor. Fluorescent work lights humming above, washing everything in a flat, unforgiving white. No costume, no…
It begins as a rustle. Fabric against fabric. A cough caught in the throat. A moment where the air holds its breath. Then someone rises. A chair scrapes. Another body…