𝗤𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗲

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𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗳𝗿𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗲, 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗹 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗱. 𝗬𝗲𝘁, 𝘀𝗵𝘂𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝘅𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝘅𝘆 𝘃𝗲𝘅𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 é𝗽é𝗲, 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗹𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿. ㅤ

In amongst us all suppose temper not boundless moon hath the pages; we are all deep to the loftie thou wilt prove whole of its lifes apointed but the damned grotesques made matters are; myriad voice by the frankincense. Some tortured its unexpanded who watchful stare upon the mornwhat next you can’t tell, people go beyond. All is virtue was peaceable again, as fault, sublime, then laughes the room for those who we went sing the lively rhytm upon this ball through th’ melancholic ball of luxury a dance of grace with good and bad deed some hide their empty smiles and obnoxious greed under their mask while walks on a fake blissful parade. The masquerade of phantasmagory shall teach what is satisfactory to the ancient lord of grotesquery. Ballroom tragedy masquerade twinkling mysteries a ball gown of blue and purple tones tulle netting drapped over pastel silk lights arching upon glasss dome aesthetics music wafting in halls of another lifetime haunting your soul with joy glass slippers click faintly on stone stairways heart shaped bust against milky skin hrand entrance ways of fairytale promises. We set each one thing up; tables and peddled your masquerades, the pitchman is here with a different mask for each comer a crepuscular mask, or the face of a tiger, the masks of austerity, piety, family pedigree. Till the full moon moved out of its quarter and pitch-black in the darkness, we all looked the same in echoes of feet thumping on the ground, shook the surface around us all with masquerade of unphased desires symbolize a night bathed in attraction where you can be anyone you want so long as you don’t lift the mask. Eventually you’ll switch masks, but no one will know, because was there really one there?

So welcome to the masquerade, pull another enchanting sap into the ballroom at your feet.