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photophobic[ There's something very different about Kylo today. Partially, it's the costuming and warpaint- along with his face, his bared chest and shoulders are decorated with fingertip thick lines in the red and dark grey of blood and ash, and he's wearing some kind of elaborate golden crown, a headdress that looks like it belongs in a cursed tomb in a movie. The effect is such that it isn't easy to tell that this is the same person who once called himself Kylo Ren.
It isn't immediately obvious where he is, either- behind him is a blood red curtain, and behind that, the sound of screams. But these aren't screams of pain and terror. It's a crowd- a fairly sizeable one, and they're clearly finished waiting.
Someone in the crowd starts clapping their hands- a slow, steady rhythm, and it isn't long before others begin to join in. Clapping. Stamping. Yelling. ]
Have you ever had a moment of perfect clarity?
[ Kylo's eyes close for a moment as he savours the atmosphere, the sounds, the building anticipation. Heady electronic music begins to swell, primal and rhythmic. ]
I am about to give them one.
Like many of you, these people have been told they are weak. They have been told that they are nothing. They have been told these things for so long that they begin to believe it themselves.
Listen. Do you hear them? These are the voices of the wronged, the ignored, the silenced. Accepting the lies they have been crushed under, their suffering goes unheard. They are the unnoticed.
But not to me. I see them all.
I see you, too.
Come. Be strengthened. I will not turn you away.
[ And with that, he turns. The curtain between him and his audience bursts into flame and disintegrates- there's a brief view of the awed faces of the front row, jostling to be closest to the stage, but those behind are drowned out by the brilliance of the stage lights. ]
It isn't immediately obvious where he is, either- behind him is a blood red curtain, and behind that, the sound of screams. But these aren't screams of pain and terror. It's a crowd- a fairly sizeable one, and they're clearly finished waiting.
Someone in the crowd starts clapping their hands- a slow, steady rhythm, and it isn't long before others begin to join in. Clapping. Stamping. Yelling. ]
Have you ever had a moment of perfect clarity?
[ Kylo's eyes close for a moment as he savours the atmosphere, the sounds, the building anticipation. Heady electronic music begins to swell, primal and rhythmic. ]
I am about to give them one.
Like many of you, these people have been told they are weak. They have been told that they are nothing. They have been told these things for so long that they begin to believe it themselves.
Listen. Do you hear them? These are the voices of the wronged, the ignored, the silenced. Accepting the lies they have been crushed under, their suffering goes unheard. They are the unnoticed.
But not to me. I see them all.
I see you, too.
Come. Be strengthened. I will not turn you away.
[ And with that, he turns. The curtain between him and his audience bursts into flame and disintegrates- there's a brief view of the awed faces of the front row, jostling to be closest to the stage, but those behind are drowned out by the brilliance of the stage lights. ]