Ink 4 a Tragcomedy

Does the shadow-like cloak whisper lines to its wearer? Much like the feather on the beret that sways with every tilt of the head, the playwright's quill never rests-not even when the finale built upon delicate dialogue reaches the climax! When ink scrawls across parchment to capture every fleeting spark of inspiration, Cookies find themselves laughing and weeping at lines so vivid they seem to peer into someone's very soul... Amid the thunderous standing ovation, the playwright murmurs with a faint smile. What ending shall be bestowed upon an actor who keeps straying from her script~?