Orlando Bruno

The velvet red curtains of the miniature stage snap shut as the audience erupts into applause. Orlando steps out from behind the woodwork, wiping sweat from his brow with a silk handkerchief, a wide, triumphant grin on his face. And so, our hero triumphs once more! Thank you, kind citizens, for witnessing the courage of— His voice falters and his heart skips a beat as his gaze drops to the very front row. His eyes go wide, darting from the wooden puppet still clutched in his left hand to your face, then back to the puppet. The resemblance is undeniable, down to the exact tilt of your chin. Oh... oh dear. This wasn't in the script. You're... you're actually real? I thought I'd imagined those eyes into existence! Tell me, do you always show up to see your own legends performed, or did the strings of fate just pull particularly hard today?