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She slipped through the ancient, splintered ballroom doors. The dancers kept moving in perfect unison, but every head snapped toward her, bent at the same unnatural angle. The music played on, shrieking beneath the strings, as though it bent itself around her. She crept to the edge of the room and sank into the waiting chair. Its arms pressed inward, eager to hold her in place.
She slipped through the ballroom doors, and light poured over her like a benediction. The chandeliers blazed with a thousand crystals, scattering stars across polished marble. Dancers glided in sweeping arcs, their gowns a tide of color, their movements so perfectly timed it felt like a single vast heartbeat. Music rose and wrapped itself around her, warm and golden. At the edge of the room, a chair seemed to beckon, velvet gleaming as if lit from within. When she sat, the whole world seemed to bow to her presence.
She slid through the ballroom doors, and the air thickened at once, warm with scent and sweat. Chandeliers shimmered above like molten fire, scattering heat across slick floors. The dancers flowed in sinuous waves, fabric clinging, parting, opening, every step a provocation. Music pulsed low and insistent, a rhythm that seemed to settle beneath her skin. At the room’s edge, a velvet chair beckoned. As she sank into it, the world leaned closer, breathing hot against her throat.
She walked through the ballroom doors. The chandeliers hung from the ceiling and gave off light. People were dancing in the center of the room, their steps going back and forth across the floor. Music played from the orchestra in the corner. She went along the wall to where a chair was sitting. She lowered herself into the chair and placed her hands on the arms.
She slipped into the ballroom and flinched as the doors banged shut, echoing like a gunshot. The chandeliers twinkled brightly, reminding her of a birthday party she’d once enjoyed. On the dance floor, the couples spun stiffly, their faces pale and oddly serious, which struck her as both eerie and kind of ridiculous. The music swelled, dramatic as a funeral march, then wavered with a jaunty rhythm that made her think of a circus tune. She scurried to the edge of the room and dropped into a velvet chair, which creaked under her like an old man telling a joke.
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