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Tonight we leave the playhouse wing and walk—quietly—into a different kind of stage: a mirrored room, a window, and a tube of glass and brass pointed at the sky. 

Because when Edgar Allan Poe looks up, he doesn’t just want a story. He wants an explanation.

SFX: soft footsteps, a faint “gallery hum,” a distant night security beep.
Different exhibit tonight, folks. Same rule, though—no touching the artifacts… even when they start talking back.
Now a telescope, such as the one you see, can be an instrument.But in the hands of the curious—especially the young—it behaves like a toy in the best sense: not a trinket, but a machine that turns wonder into a habit.
And Poe… Poe was the kind of mind that didn’t outgrow wonder.He made literature from it.
He weaponized it.

NARRATOR (leaning into awe):At first, it’s simple: you look through the tube and the sky stops being a ceiling.The moon becomes a place with edges.Stars become objects, not decorations.
But Poe doesn’t stop at looking. He starts asking the dangerous question:“If the universe looks like this… then what must it be?”
And that’s how you get Eureka: not a poem, not a lecture, not quite a treatise—but Poe’s late-life attempt to tell the grandest story of all: how everything began, how it holds together, and how it might end.

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