A dizziness overtakes the Mjilikae as they find themself reverting to beast form without their control. They don't know where they are, it's foggy how they got here. As they lift their head, confusion dripping from their thoughts, they find little help in assessing the area. Even as their head clears, they still don't recognize the area - they've never been here before, did they enter a random building?
The Mjilikae chooses to leave, hopefully without embarassing themself any further. Padding out the nearest open door, they find themself in an empty audience facing a darkened stage. A massive figure lays atop the stage, perched and peering like a dragon. As the figure raises their head to address the Mjilikae, they can see that the "dragon" is a silver Kyaine laying calmly in the middle of the stage.
"Show's over," A surprisingly human voice echoes from the many mouths on the creature. "Bluebell Theatre's closed. Take a moment to rest before you head out."