The ancient Theater & Opera House in the heart of the North Pole stands between bustling streets, its walls exuding timeless grandeur. The theater curtains hold their elegant stance, their colors vivid despite countless performances. “The Enchanted Stage” remains the main attraction of this majestic historic site, where emotions rise and fall and dreams emerge to receive the applause of countless people.

The stage displays frost-covered curtains and occupies the central position. With each step, the wooden floorboards creak, their lacquered finish reflecting the faint lighting.

The stage opens into rows of vacant velvet seats, their soft upholstery inviting. A passage bordered by brass railings extends toward the rear, where the exit doors stand motionless like frozen gateways. Above, the glass ceiling offers a magnificent view, capturing the flickering light of the Northern Lights, which perform a celestial dance, filling the space with magical colors.

As the sun sets on performance nights, casting elongated shadows through the windows, events stir within “The Enchanted Stage’s” empty walls. Whispers fill the air as the theater seems to tell ancient stories of its historic fame.

A single figure steps out from the wings. Appearing like a choir director, the person moves elegantly across the stage as though rehearsing for vanished spectators. The rising whispers blend with the figure’s graceful movements, forming a magnificent symphony that inspires awe and wonder.

Lindele serves as the Director of the Enchanted Stage. His appearance holds the same enduring quality as the carols he conducts. He opens his eyes, revealing the depth of countless performances, and begins to sing lyrics from an ancient Christmas carol. His soft voice fills the space, resonating through walls that have absorbed laughter, sorrow, and countless memories. Lindele embodies the theater’s essence as he recalls the narratives it carries and the lives it has touched.

When Lindele looks toward the darkened seats, visions of the stage coming alive fill his mind. An unseen audience occupies the empty seats, their applause echoing as silent thunder that only the theater and Lindele perceive. He moves to the rhythm of music only he can hear, eyes closed. His baton traces magical arcs as he mentally conducts the unseen choir before him. When the song ends, he bows, and his smile radiates a hopeful promise that the choir will forever be linked with the North Pole.

As nighttime noises intensify, the whispers fade, and the figure retreats into darkness, leaving the stage deserted once again. The theater shifts from silence into a space brimming with reverberating memories and dreams yet to come.