A dry swallow was all Luna could muster to pull her senses back to reality. Like freshly cracked ice, Luna gradually unlocked each of her limbs, nearly stumbling as her knees started to knock against one another from the sudden shift from stone to life again. She looked out towards the vast theater before her... and saw nothing. Not a soul looking back at her. Even as the vague whispers from backstage tickled at her flaming ears, she focused on the vast emptiness and breathed.