The Theatre Phantasmagoria—Eternally Yours, by Malina Douglas

“𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘭’𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴.
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘴, 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘰𝘵. 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘴 𝘶𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘱 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺.
𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥.”