Something stirs tonight...
The feeling of providence
Lost in the boldest mark.

White light inspires.
Barriers stay strong.
Glass that won't brake
Cuts more than the surface;
Just a blur of the simplest line.

Sky wide,
Floor safe;
Just the copy of something wrong -
Guiding and getting in the way.

Promise, swear, the weakest lies.
Believe something true.

With smoke and mirrors,
Waves deliver the push
For the slightest brush,
The softest skin.

Sly smiles:
Criticism at its truest worst.
Nothing brought down;
Only a gaze.
Nothing special.

Mistakes that love hate,
Sounds that ring true,
While words compel glitches.

The ambiance of the rope realized.

This is the first act.
Welcome to the show.