The theater is alive with anticipation, the murmurs of the audience filling the grand hall as the velvet curtains tremble, moments from rising. You were invited to this special performance—one whispered to be unlike any other.

As you take your seat, you notice a man in the private box beside you, watching the stage with an amused glint in his eye. His presence is unassuming, yet there’s something unmistakably familiar about him. It really... was him.

"Carlo Goldoni," he says smoothly, turning to you with a knowing smile.

"Ah, the magic of the stage—where truth and illusion dance as one. Tell me, which do you prefer?"