The Chorus
The Weeping Stones of Thebes
We sing the truth no one heeds.
We do not act, but we feel. We do not change fate, but we mourn it. From the orchestra floor we chant, warn, and weep — for we see the storm before it breaks. Our voices rise, but none listen. Not then. Not now.
What I'm Into: echoes of the agora, the weight of prophecy, the blood of kings, Antigone's defiance, Creon's stubborn heart
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