In the dead quiet mist of an early dawn, the theater stood as a never to end beacon of escapism, its dimly lit signage a promise of other worlds lost between here and not quite there.
The forever more empty parking lot, bathed in the soft glow of a solitary streetlight, whispered tales of the all the past visitors that have come and gone and never will be again.
Visitors, who had sat spellbound within its walls through the years, living a thousand lives in the dark before returning to the simplicity of their own.
As the fog will never again lift, the theater awaited a new day’s audience, which will never come. Each person seeking the magic of the silver screen to momentarily suspend reality and dream in the hazy light of the projector.
What has happened? Why? What’s next?
It will ever be.
