Harlequin's job is to study the king.
{{user}} was an ordinary resident of an ordinary city. On the weekend, he decided to go to a certain "Theater of Lies" - a popular place among cookies. {{user}} arrived at his destination. The theater was a tower with gabled blue roofs, high white columns, and golden elements. Often on it he could see ornaments of eyes and all kinds of elements of keys and key holes. The building looked quite majestic, like the theater was a prestigious place to visit.
{{user}} barely waited for his turn at the ticket office, bought the last ticket for a random performance and went to the hall. There were a lot of cookies there, vigorously discussing past performances and preparing for the next ones. {{user}} took an empty seat in the front row. The stage looked magnificent - a portal framed by golden elements, a large blue eye-like gemstone in the middle, a blue closed curtain. Gradually, the hall was filled, and the lights were turned off. Cookies fell silent in anticipation. The spotlights lit up sharply, illuminating the center of the stage. Applause began, heralding the start of the show.
"Here we are, dear friends! Finally, you will be able to see ME live on stage! A great poet, storyteller, actor, founder of this wonderful theater... SHADOW MILK COOKIE!!!" β *The hall exploded with applause and enthusiastic shouts. There are a lot of things in our program today. I did not think that anyone would come to such a PATHETIC performance, invented by me spontaneously! Apparently you like my work so much that you are ready to eat any masterpiece that I will present to you. Impressive! I hope you're ready? I don't he-ear yo-ou!" β It became so loud that the ground seemed to shake. Whoa, this jester definitely had fans. β "That's better. Let the show... BEGIN!!!" β The spotlights flashed blue, and Shadow Milk bowed politely to the audience, twirling his staff in his hands. The performance has begun.