The first
euphonious sound is a music box, subdued and serene, an aubade rising slowly
over rustling leaves and morning doves.
The flowers in
the Ghost Grove begin to radiate light, looking like clusters of Japanese
lanterns next to long fans of emerald leaves.
The Bone White
Forest is resplendent. Radiating heat and light, like pillars of fire, gold and
amber, cinnabar roots like the embers in flames, branches white as stars and
cinders.
A sudden gust of
wind carries the slowly melting Maiden
Mer over sparkling sun-tipped waves.
The Moon Mirror
lustrous and golden. The light erupts from the glass like a pillar, spreading
like an open umbrella over the tops of the circus tents.
The entire
Cirque is radiant and golden. The cohesion of each element, each illustrious
feat and act casting long shadows in the fiery light, is radiant.
For a moment, a
singular second in the haze of light falling over the circus, when everything
is gold and white and red, there is a figure, a silhouette, the shape of a
person. A personification of shadow.
Then it fades
and there is only light.
The concinnity
of the circus caught in an endless spinning moment, as intricate and joyful as
a dance.
Alone together
in the haze of golden light, Pamina kisses Tamino as though they will never be
apart.
Art by Nadiezda
Text by Lucie MacAulay
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