Literature
The Masquerade
Occasions of masks and dresses, times of lights and music, candles and a mirrors. This is the stage and it is set for a night and another, many more onward. Smoke is in the atmosphere. As the ball was in a stir, a woman walked in with a long black dress and a matching black mask. She looked at the other guests in the room and everything seemed hazy. They were all twirling here and there and spinning around and around. Passing from hand to hand and no two faces were alike; they were all unknown, hidden behind their masks.
She joined into the commotion and twirled and spun with the strangers, as men and women passed around her and