Act I. Prologue

In the mystical realm of yore Where ancient echoes whisper once more A tale unfolds, of love and strife Of paths entwined, of death and life Two souls dance, a curious rhyme Their fates entwined 'neath stars that shine Is it a tale of Empires bold? Or love's sweet fire that may grow cold? Through valleys deep and mountains high This story weaves 'neath a fateful sky A child's vision, innocent and bright Yet shadowed by the coming night From hope's embrace to sorrow's grip Our journey begins, let none slip With every joy, a seed of rue This tale unfolds, both old and new So gather round, both far and near As we unveil what you hold dear A Roman play, a stage well set Let the drama unfold, without regret