Behind the mask, Lavinia realizes something: the theater is empty. Silence deafens her. She sees no one, the seats look battered, dusty, like nobody has seaten down there in years, the wooden floor creaks under her feet, the former ghost has been performing for the spirits that inhabit the theatre, and has felt happy. Lavinia, strangely, is not disappointed, she knows that she can take off the mask, and the illusion will come back. A bird escapes from its cage, Lavinia’s bones remain solid. Watercolor and ink on paper.