-[DESCRIPTION: the phantom stands tall claden in shadowed robes. cradling in his hands is a blooming rose, the thorns digging into skin and causes his hand to bleed.]-

well my brother gotten tickets for a performance of the northamerican tour of phantom of the opera and im gonna be honest i would never expect such a thing outta him. glad hes taken appreciation for
The Arts ^tm.
and well for how much i dig into walls about phantom paradise, i knew fuck all about phantom opera except theres like. a chandelier, and ... yeah. well i can see why its a beloved classic. i was fucking spoiled with indulgence of the senses it was amazing.
really liked how the iconic mask was golden tinged instead of a stark boney white. i wouldnt expect someone who lives in the goddamn sewers to keep the mask so pristine.