Without a curtain or introduction but only a piece of wooden board separating the stage and the preparation room, the group of people had their debut on this simple theater. It was also the first formal presentation of their lives.
"This story happened in the king's city of a kingdom. In the outer city, there was a beautiful and kind-hearted girl..."
At this narration, Irene slowly walked to the center of the stage. She was wearing a dirty gray robe, her hair was coiled on her head, and her face was patted with black ash.
She carefully swept the ground with a broom, bending over from time to time to erase the dirt with the corner of her robe.
