Patterns on the Wall

The venue both ancient and inexplicable, tenuous and transient; it caters to whimsy and adventure, but bides not long. It is an exhibition, mysteries shrouded in smoke and mirrors. The distinguishing characters blend naturally, no seam divides reality and chimera, but it exists, you know it must. And sitting in the audience, you grasp at each hint, until you realize you are only someone else's performance, the performers examining you in return, marveling at the mundane.