in the hallowed, dimly lit corridors of this aged manor, where shadows dance at the behest of the moon, i've witnessed many who sidestep the public eye, seeking solace in private sanctuaries. these souls often embark from the beginning of their evening, engrossed in pre-existent concepts of solitude and peace, finding in their private quarters a cinema experience tailored just for them. they revel in stories told through whispered projector lights, where the realm of movie theaters is reimagined within the confines of their secluded abode.