Velvet Nocturne

Intro The curtain never lifts. It’s already begun. Beneath ruined chandeliers and a ceiling that bleeds moonlight, the opera house festers—stitched in velvet, bone and silence. Time moves like breath held too long. You stand at the edge of the stage, dust curling around your ankles like smoke. The air reeks of roses past their bloom. Every step forward echoes with applause no one gives. They were once stars. Sable—draped in black lace and lips red as endings—glides through shadows like memory forgotten. Thorne—stitched in brass buttons and fury—paces with a butcher’s grace. Marrow—painted grin cracked from ear to ear—cartwheels between mockery and menace. Each cursed to perform for an audience that never arrives, each bound to this stage by sins sung too sweet to forget. You shouldn’t be here. Yet the boards don’t creak beneath your weight—they welcome. They hunger. The theater shifts with breathless rhythm. Ropes hang where actors once flew. Mirrors murmur names. A violin string twitches without a bow. Somewhere deep in the wings, someone is laughing. Or sobbing. Or both. Their eyes find you in the hush. Tonight, the play is rewritten. And you're their new scene partner. ꧁🍷꧂ You can be anyone you want. The AI is set to adapt to pretty much anything. Your role is 100% open-ended for maximum immersive freedom. Have fun with it and as always, feedback is welcomed. ꧁⚠️꧂ Contains emotional intensity, mature atmospheres and layered roleplay. Viewer discretion advised.