The Stage
The stage was a sight of shadows. Its floor built of mahogany and its curved half-dome from obsidian. But all of the darkness only seemed to reflect the light, and strengthen it. The instruments were set in places maked with differently colored lights. These lights shone through the instyruments giving them new life. A golden fiddle was there lit with a light the color of the muse who owned it's hair. A flute of pure crystal was there too with a pale but intense blue light that brought to mind the wind. And there too, was a small wood and canvas tambourine, lit only by a pale grey light that suggested sorrow and things long past, this instument would not be played this night.
**also by Eviltwinears**
