[Dried petals and autumn leaves scatters across darkness and shadow, pulled across the floor by the billowing hem of his robe. The imagery is suggestive, but nothing as mysterious as the words just heard.

Let them lead, he thinks. He can easily control the stage.]

Well, we are all confined here tonight, aren't we? Unable to be ourselves. It does make one restless...

[He offers one hand, then another.]

Luckily, one is rarely trapped forever.