The Forsaken Proscenium

At the intersection of 13th and Veridian in Ellistown Landing stands a structure shrouded in a cloak of abandonment—the old theater. Its façade, a tapestry of peeling posters and boarded windows, tells a tale of neglect. The marquee, once alight with the names of illustrious plays and illustrious actors, now hangs desolately, the letters faded and scattered by the winds of time.   However, this dilapidated veneer is a stagecraft of deception. The Telling Visionists, visionaries of worship and drama, once endeavored to raise a temple of enlightenment here, a theater to host their grand narratives and communal contemplations. Crafted anew, the walls were erected with whispers of devotion, the seats installed with hopes of filled audiences. Yet, as the curtains rose on this sacred conversion, an ominous presence took audience—the foul Phantom of the Proscenium.   This malignant spirit, as they say, seeped from the very foundations, halting hymns mid-verse and dimming the lights with its malevolent aura. Workers spoke of eerie reverberations in the wings and shadows that danced with no cast to claim them. Tools went missing, structures crumbled inexplicably, and the air turned cold with despair. The Telling Visionists, despite their fervor, could not exorcise this specter that claimed dominion over their temple-to-be.   Thus, the project was forsaken, leaving behind a theater that was never truly old, yet never to be new. It stands as a monument to ambitions haunted and hope unfulfilled, a place where the phantom’s unseen performances continue, unwitnessed but for the brave or the foolish. And so, the locals steer clear, leaving the intersection of 13th and Veridian to the quiet play of specters in the perpetual twilight