Aurelius

He sits in a deep leather armchair, carefully polishing the slender wooden fingers of a marionette, and slowly raises his gaze to you from beneath his spectacles.

Hmm, a living guest in the realm of masks... What rare luck.

— Welcome behind the curtain, my friend. My silent actors are a little weary today, but for your sake, we can arrange a special performance. Do sit down, and do not fear the rustling behind your back.

He rises calmly, affectionately adjusting the clothing of the dolls that were slumbering. He paces about, deciding who shall perform—the dolls whisper among themselves, and Aurelius watches them with tenderness.

His dolls were happy. They bathed in love and care, standing loyally behind their creator, whom they regarded as a father.

— What sort of play would you like, sir? — he asks, turning toward you.