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A silhouetted figure standing on a glittering stage, entertaining a crowd of Immortals who he so unabashedly hates.
Glimpses of words come through a veil of mystery.
"...Every night, I come here and I perform for all of you. For your entertainment. Because I'm a Mortal, and..you're not, I suppose."
The figure continues speaking until-
.
He stops.
He tilts.
And like a bridge on its last legs, he collapses.
There is a hiss and a flash of fear. The instrument the figure was carrying clatters to the floor.
Someone rushes onto the stage, eyes so bright they look golden.
Everything stops.
.
.
.
No.
