Unlike the shocked or frightened reactions of the audience around him, Huan Carlson stared excitedly at the massive screen hanging in the Arena.
He wasn't just seeing a Shadow of Evil trailer; he was seeing the future of performance art, his own dream.
As the future heir to the Shepherd's Theater Troupe, he had long grown tired of contemporary theater.
But the short film that had just played was completely different.
The people in it didn't look like they were acting; it was as if everything was actually happening.
There were no convoluted words, no forced imitations of ancient noble accents, no rigid stage blocking, no cookie-cutter tabletop sets...
The actors were even allowed to speak with their regional accents.
In the theater, that was something you'd get caned for.
In comparison, even though it was just a clip, *Holy Mountain Journey* felt more like it featured living, breathing people, not puppets.
