Untitled | Christine C.
Aristocrats dance in their tight suits and poofy dresses in usion, as if controlled by a higher force. They stare blankly at each other like puppets. Behind the dramatic music you can faintly hear the pattering of rain on the covered windows. Even fainter are the far off sounds of gunfire and ringing of canons. A battle goes on around them as they dance, protected by the world they created for themselves.
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