STAGE DIRECTION:
the FIGURE weeps.
His eyes are grey as he peers at you.

“A SORCERY!
A cruel, diseaséd act
to jest so: for it cannot be, that I
have crossed into the venerated realm
of colour and of sound, and of the breeze
that wends its way among the standing trees
and carries in the rising light
of dawn?”

STAGE DIRECTION:
You see now that the FIGURE
has no eyes.