Boundless. Limitless. Fluid. Eternal. Sounds peaceful, doesnt it?


Like Hell.



A writer, backstage during the première of their first ever play. A darkly humorous presence, sheltered by a sunny disposition. A witness.


There will be secrets. There will be signs. There will be ringing phones, and peering mannequins, and a sense of slow, creeping dread you can't quite pin down.


As darkness begins to descend, focus starts to shift, and boundaries between the mortal and the timeless shimmer and blur, a terrifying question begs to be answered: how much is too much of the soul to unmask before an audience?