Literature
Masquerade
{Switzerland/Austria}
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The ballroom was alight in a sea of hues and colours. Shades of crimson and sapphire twirled by, and gold gleamed off of almost every surface. The sound of laughter and merriment filled the air, giving the room an almost sinful allure.
Come in, and we'll give you the ride of a lifetime.
Gleaming masks set with gemstones winked from every direction, concealing the wearer's identity and giving them a false sense of temporary immortality.
If they don't know who I am, I can do anything.
Elizabeta Héderváry watched as everyone danced by, held aloft by their partners; suspended in air and time as they dipped