From the introduction:
You wake up surrounded by darkness. From out of the darkness above, a column of light descends. A spotlight. As your eyes adjust to the light, you realize you are standing on a stage. On either side are people you’ve never met before. They meet your gaze with looks of shared bewilderment.
The others on the stage are dressed in all manner of strange costume: a priestly cassock, a suit of armor, an ornately embroidered gown. As you look down, you see that you are decked out in similarly outlandish garb.
A voice comes from before you. If this were a normal theater, the darkness would flicker with the reflections of a thousand gazing eyes. But the lone voice betrays an audience of one. The voice is cold and shimmering, like broken glass, or unrequited love. There is a hint of magic in it.
"The stage is set, with players false and true.
Let revelries and plots and fates ensue."