Opera

"There were masks made of faces, faces made of masks, lights and drum noises thundering on the walls. The walls were painted in blood and carved in gold, the lights had no source and the room was so grandeous that both darkness and light were abundant. All sits were taken. I was given a silver mask as I walked in. I glanced on my surroundings to see the huge audience, should I judge them every move. A girl came in with a neon mask, and she stood, there, gazing at the ground. I sang "masks off" and with my left hand I threw it to the audience. My face was made of gold and her face was a mirror of my face. She took a velvet dress from the ground and turn it in to cloth. What an ugly girl, I thought, judging the audience. They laughted at my thoughts. The Jester came in and the dark thickned swalling the light of the moon. "You do not seem pleased". And it was time. My mask was thrown back at me, rusty and sadder. When the face of the mask touched my face I felt the warm and I am awake"