“When you were a wandering desire in the mist, I too was there, a wandering desire. Then we sought one another, and out of our eagerness dreams were born. And dreams were time limitless, and dreams were space without measure.” ― Kahlil Gibran
De mysterie van de liefde, een moeilijk gegeven. Het toneelstuk mag hierdoor af en toe ook mysterie en magie uitstralen en dit overbrengen naar de toeschouwers.
Echoe making fog...if the hand was darker.
The power was in her hands. When she struck the air, it moved to obey her. Like the hammer of the great god Thor, the air descended furiously upon her enemies and destroyed them.