No one knew who built it. Some said it was the first thought of the first conscious mind. Others whispered it was the final dream of the last dying universe.
You cannot lie on the Mugen Stage. Your body moves before your mind can censor it. Your voice cracks open and spills the secrets you buried in childhood. Your hands tremble with the love you never confessed. Every gesture is a confession. Every pause is a scar. mugen stage
The stage does not ask for applause. It asks for truth. No one knew who built it