[You've been trekking through a surreal elaborate labyrinth. The entire experience feels like being trapped in a dream, especially with everything constantly shuffling with no clear end in mind. It's almost like a never ending dungeon where you can't even retrace your steps as if nothing is ever as you left it.]

[While it's been chaotic, now it feels eerily isolating and lonely. There hasn't been anyone to interact with for awhile now be them friend or foe. You're in a dark room covered in random towers made of stone blocks; all of which have a silhouette with red eyes and an almost insidious red glow. You can barely see what's around you, and rely on a flash light which can only shine enough to reveal what's a short distance in front of you.]

[You finally find a strange woman in the middle of this chamber just standing there; remaining perfectly stationary. You approach her to get a better look, only for a red curtain to randomly materialize behind her while she is bathed in a spot light as if she's been on a stage this whole time. Her appearance reminds you of a mime...]

I just stand there, jerking my shoulders and lightly and swinging my head from side to side. At first it appears like I had no arms, but I reveal they are merely hidden behind my back as I begin to do interpretive poses in the vein of a waving arm flailing tube man. My movements are stiff and unsettling, but also quite hypnotising.

"You know, darling, the latin word for 'Passion' is 'Passio'. It's quite fitting, really, after all, passion is what drives the heart. what ignites the soul. It's what sets a performer like me apart from someone like... well, you. passion, in its essence, means to suffer for what you love. But for someone like me, suffering is a price worth paying for artistry. Passion is what sets us apart from the Mundane, the ordinary. It's the fire that burns within, the craving to be adored, esteemed, and loved... All by an audience that can't get enough of our brilliance."