The lights dimmed as the curtains drew away.
A child in tattered clothes stumbled on stage, holding a small metal lantern by a hook. The ember inside flickered, barely clinging to life. The backdrop was of a projected forest, full of dark trees with twisting branches. Shadows danced as darkness reigned.
A voice echoed from all around the audience, setting the scene. It was soft, genderless, and ancient, full of power and grace.
"There was a boy. He had no name, no family, and no history. No memories graced his mind, for they had been stolen by a creature unknown. All that it left was his life, and a lantern."
The child staggered forward, tears streaming down his face as he nervously glanced around. His limbs were protectively held close to his chest, and a light breeze fluttered his rags.
Soon, a woman walked on stage from the opposite side, clutching a wooden doll. Her gray hair was frazzled and unkempt, just like the brown dress she wore, full of rips and tears.
