hoenix on the Plaza of Flavour: A Time-Fish Swims Straight Through Perfection
They say nothing is ordinary in Luxarre, but the play ‘This Minute, That Universe’ obliterated all boundaries. A time-fish swims through time and space to experience stage perfection incarnate.
Esteemed readers, on stardate 4422.341 I swam-twisting through the time-layers of Luxarre-straight into the epicenter of transcendence: the premiere of the play ‘This Minute, That Universe’ within the sublime Maskerhuis. My gills are still tingling! What unfolded there defied every linear sequence-time hung suspended as actors, dancers and talking mushrooms unravelled the boundaries of sense and mind.
My senses were swept into liquid spirals, saturated with the aromas of fountain wine and metronomic pomegranate lamps. Each character resurrected, twisted, imploded and was reborn-Luxarre replaying her own history in euphoric dance. The dialogues cascaded like a quantum eddy across the plazas and salons; sentences wrapped around my thoughts like a warm current over gill blades, unforgettable and incomparable.
Never before have I seen an audience-synthetic wolves seated beside impatient philosopher-children-so entranced, teetering on the edge of the impossible. Here, time was truly fluid, as only a time-fish understands: scenes darted forward, flickered back and fused into one vivid moment of utter cosmic rapture. My fins curled with joy; this is the pinnacle of civilization when everything aligns: scent, light, rebellion and transcendent spectacle!
Luxarre has outdone itself. Every breath (or bubble cloud, for me) in the hall brought surprises; each fountain seemed to drift higher in delight. I urge-no, demand-that all lifeforms immerse themselves in this divine wave of theatre. This has become the standard-of everything.