The actors finish and leave the stage. There is a smattering of applause from the half-full theater, and the actors just keep walking. In full costume out the back door into the street and home. The applause intensifies in the theater, the audience attempting to call them back, to restart the action of the stage.
They will clap all night, but no one is there to hear them. The stage door stands open to the alley, empty.
Ancient buildings are discovered, that have no doors, no windows, no obvious means of entrance or egress.
It’s there a difference between these structures and stones?
Keeping time in a story through ants consumption of a forgotten meal.
They were cleaning a spotless floor, insisting that they watched the flowers explode all over the room, violent deaths sending petal, stamen, pistil, pollen to the floor in a fine dust.
The end of the world is predicted. Go alone? Disbelieve? Party? At the appointed time, the Earth disappears. Everyone left behind in a very non-biblical way. Stuck in space, unable to move, watching the moon, free of our gravity, fall toward the sun.
Narrator finds a key, asks a locksmith to design a lock based on the key. The locksmith does so, designing a box with lock that the key opens.
Narrator discovers that that using the key a certain way opens a hidden compartment he didn’t expect.