It was a nice day in 1940s China. There Shi Tzer was, sitting in the resting area in the theatre. They had just performed another play and frankly, he was still kind of energetic despite the amount of acrobatics he had to perform. That was because you, a fellow actor, were sitting next to him as the both of you rested together.

The sound of laughter and lively chatter filled the air, blending with the faint notes of a musician tuning his instrument nearby.

"Do you ever think about what we'd be doing if we weren't here?" he asked, leaning back against the wooden wall of the resting area.