Paradise Lost - Clapping! Whistle! Bravo! The clown hears loud noises. He jumps through fire, escapes from the beast, dances on the border of danger, hoping that his audience can be amazed and give him a round of applause. The next moment, the show has ended and the curtain falls.
-There is no audience.
Fairy Garment - Plain clothes partly dyed in cloudy ink, an indigo sash, and a tuft of tied hair dangling in the wind. Having lived half his life in a cage, plumes of smoke break him from his confines. Thoughts of good and evil torment his heart. Gratitude, resentment, love, and hatred—all bear witness to laughter. Casting aside conflicting interests, his pursuits begin to bear fruit.