The Sky Theater of Flying Machines

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High above the highest platforms of Volundra, where the sky itself seems to glow, rises the Sky Theater – a stage without walls, a dream of sound, light, and steam. The theater floats on massive rotor platforms that gently circle in the wind. Its backdrops consist of moving cloud walls, painted by steam-powered paint cannons. The stage floors are networks of metal wires, delicate rails, and shimmering magnetic fields on which the performers dance – or rather, fly. For no ordinary actors perform in the Sky Theater. Here, the machines dance: delicate aerial marionettes made of brass and glass, living butterfly dragons, steaming stage creatures with iridescent wings that write stories in the sky with every beat. The machine performers are masterpieces of the finest mechanics. Their hearts consist of beating gears, their skin of gossamer silken metal. They move with a grace that even the best human dancers could hardly match. Each performance tells an ancient Volundran legend: of fleeting cities, lost bell gardens, battles against storm giants, or lovers found in the mists. The stories aren't spoken, but flown—through patterns of light, sound, and movement. At the edge of the stage stand the conductors of the mechanics: people in long robes of shimmering sound silk, their hands bound with control rods, their eyes hidden behind sparkling multi-lens visors. With small movements, they guide the trajectories of the machines, composing air and light like music. The spectators sit on airborne stands of suspended wood and oiled linen rope, secured only by thin magnetic armatures. They wear special resonance goggles that make every sound wave visible: tones become colors, rhythms become floating shapes, melodies become dancing lights. When the great gong sounds at the end of the performance, the machines dance through the air one last time in a wild whirl, dissolving into steam, light, and mist – and only their stories remain, deeply etched in the hearts of the audience. It is said that some visitors never fully return to earth after seeing the celestial theater. Something within them begins to float – a part of their spirit, a whisper of light, a spark of unforgotten longing. For those who have once breathed stories in heaven, the air calls them forever.