You pitiful fool, dragging the soul out of the grave to cut it into pieces for your sloppy drama. You profit off the ones forced to perform for the alien crowd, you profit off those voices, you profit off insincere emotions to bring life to a world that should've been theirs and not yours.
the performers, the dreamers, they all die for the sake of your stupid game of chess. Have you truly offered them something in return when all you did was make them dream and hope for a future that you'd be taking away from them? No. Because even in death, the soul cannot rest because it still has to perform for the audience that never cared.














