The floor is dirt. The barn walls are mostly cracks that let the moonlight in. We see movement in the darkness. Maybe piles of hay. It’s too dark to tell. When the time is right, and without warning– a deafening thunder strike accompanies a flash of lightning. The strike was near. Very near. Shockingly near. And so starts the heartbeat of the play. Based on Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. 2m, 2w
