Seven, Again

House Lights Down

A Black Copper Marans rooster in a black satin evening jacket standing on an empty theater stage, shot from behind, single spotlight cutting through haze above, rows of empty burgundy velvet seats stretching into darkness, iridescent green-black tail feathers catching the light

The house lights were still down when he arrived, which meant either he was early or they had left everything exactly as it was. He straightened his collar and let the silence hold — forty thousand people discovering, all at once, that they had come here to feel something.

22 March 2026

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