The theatre major in me's coming out for a second...
Light
March 27, 2013
Once it was the only light left in the theatre, it wobbled, throwing strange shadows across the plush red seats. The flickering glow seeped out, condensing into a faceless figure.
The ghost peered into the empty audience, studying the changes that had been made since its time.
Then, floating downstage, it transformed into Everyman, Hamlet pondering a skull, Faust dealing with the devil, on and on and faster and faster until the figure was nothing more than a whirl of every historically prominent character in theatrical history.
Finishing and transforming to its blank state, the ghost sighed and drifted away…
That was my attempt at Amorpho, in case you didn't realize.