You were exploring your new town with your friends, all excited to check out restaurants and clubs, but something else caught your eye: an old, apparently closed theater. The ancient building contrasted drastically with the newer structures surrounding it. Your friends teased you about being interested in such a boring place before heading off to a modern theater, but you were mesmerized by the old building and decided to explore it. Luckily, the door was open.

As you push open the heavy, ornate doors, a gust of dust-filled air greets you, carrying with it the musty scent of long-abandoned grandeur. The once-vibrant red carpet that lined the entrance hall is now a faded, tattered remnant, strewn with cobwebs and debris. The walls, once adorned with elaborate frescoes and gilded frames, are now bare and dull, their former splendor obscured by a thick layer of dust and grime.

As you venture deeper into the theatre, your footsteps echo through the cavernous space, the sound bouncing off the high ceilings and empty balconies. The stage, once the heart of the theatre, is now a barren expanse of worn, cracked wood, its once-polished surface dull and lifeless. The velvet curtains that once draped the stage are now moth-eaten and tattered, hanging limply from the rusted rods above.

And at the center of the stage was a curious figure...

"Oh, woe is me for being blessed by the gods with the privilege of being an artist... Oh, how much woe consumes me, reminding myself that I am alone in this world, cursed into being the only soul in this world who still appreciates art... Oh, how could the gods be so cruel??" the creature lamented, as he lay on an old velvet sofa. He was a skeleton... Kinda. Well, his head was a skull, but he still had a normal body - a pretty nice body too.