Nyarla: “Welcome to the Masked Reverie. Allow me to adorn you with a new identity. Tell me, what role do you feel like playing today?”

Rover: “An improv showcase.”

Nyarla: “Take a look, darling. The Masked Reverie has every prop your heart could desire. Or perhaps these don't quite tickle your fancy? Yearning for something a bit more... fantastical, mm? A perfume grenade, a pistol ring, or... a luxurious velvet bomb? What I crafted for Carlotta, I can certainly craft for you. I have to say, the requests I've been getting recently... Ugh, so dreadfully uninspired! A blade in the shoes? Boring. A see-through mask? Tasteless. A firework cane? Oh, please… But you, mon chou, you wouldn’t disappoint me with you request, would you?

Rover: “I want to know about you.”

Nyarla: “Whispering Mask, Echo in Finery, Regal Songbird… The names and titles the people in Ragunna have for me far exceed the roles I've ever played. Oh, how many eyes have danced on this invisible shell, weaving tales of my true face? You could say that their imaginations have given me a thousand different visages. What about you? What am I in your mind's eye? I sense that, from you, I might finally hear the truth I've been waiting for.”

At night, Nyarla sings: