The Theatre Phantasmagoria—Turn Off the Sky, by Nat Reiher

“𝘐 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵-𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦, 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰𝘯. 𝘜𝘱—𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯?—𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘴, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴.”