Everybody was enjoying the shadow play, until a deranged person stormed into the cave.
He insisted that the play he saw outside the cave is for some reason more beautiful, more profound, than the one we were enjoying up to now. Oh, these drama critics!
Of course, we knew very well the play he was talking about. The script was mediocre at best, direction clueless and the acting, let me not even get started on that. All its profundity… just surface level. Like shadows on the wall.
Fortunately, the cave’s security pacified the madman and the shadow play could continue.