Also preserved is a large part of the wall behind the stage, concealing a broad view. In the middle of the orchestra the remnants of an altar. In the back, between the edge of the stage and the amphitheater a huge gap through which can be seen the blue infinity of the sea. On the stage there is nothing but dead stones, the sky and the sea. It is night.
Stars glow brightly in the sky.
A pale moon sheds weak light on the interior of the ruins, casting long shadows, creating black chasms of depth in the bends of the walls. Peace and calm, only the sea, restless, tireless crashes heavily on the rocks. The King, wearing a tattered, dusty tunic, with his hair in disarray, tired, sits heavily on one of the rocks. He hides his face in his hands. The dawn lulls me to rest, my worry falls asleep like a child.