The dancers spun around, graceful and elegant and masked. They were dressed to the nines and everything about them seemed to glisten with unspoken wealth as they resolutely ignored the faces staring at them from the cold, dark night beyond the elaborate mirrored walls of their ballroom.
They didn't see the awe and wonder gradually turn to fear as the outsiders realised that the room was full and yet the mirrors showed nothing. In the mirrors the ballroom looked as cold and bleak as the gardens they crouched in, not even the dancer's clothing was visible and yet they could faintly hear it swishing as the figures twirled their way to and fro.
As with any group, one person always feels they have to take charge of any unnatural situation in order to protect the others and restore some semblance of normality. This led to a rather fearless young man doing the unthinkable and opening the ballroom door.
At first the dancers continued to ignore him, moving further away without disrupting their rhythm in the slightest. Then he spoke and all at once the dancers stopped, the music stopped and the outsider's hearts stopped as all eyes were on the young man who was the only one in there who had a reflection.
In that moment of silence you could have heard an owl blink and in as much time as a blink it was all over and the dancers pounced on him. Their bodies blocked most o the view but in the mirrors all around, the others could see him being ripped limb from limb and each bloody morsal torn from his juddering frame was eagerly stuffed into a mouth too wide to be human.
When all that was left of him was a pile of red bones, the dancers took up a waltz with his remains as their centrepiece while the outsiders crept away, tears in their eyes and hurriedly trying to find an excuse for their friend's disappearance.
They didn't see the awe and wonder gradually turn to fear as the outsiders realised that the room was full and yet the mirrors showed nothing. In the mirrors the ballroom looked as cold and bleak as the gardens they crouched in, not even the dancer's clothing was visible and yet they could faintly hear it swishing as the figures twirled their way to and fro.
As with any group, one person always feels they have to take charge of any unnatural situation in order to protect the others and restore some semblance of normality. This led to a rather fearless young man doing the unthinkable and opening the ballroom door.
At first the dancers continued to ignore him, moving further away without disrupting their rhythm in the slightest. Then he spoke and all at once the dancers stopped, the music stopped and the outsider's hearts stopped as all eyes were on the young man who was the only one in there who had a reflection.
In that moment of silence you could have heard an owl blink and in as much time as a blink it was all over and the dancers pounced on him. Their bodies blocked most o the view but in the mirrors all around, the others could see him being ripped limb from limb and each bloody morsal torn from his juddering frame was eagerly stuffed into a mouth too wide to be human.
When all that was left of him was a pile of red bones, the dancers took up a waltz with his remains as their centrepiece while the outsiders crept away, tears in their eyes and hurriedly trying to find an excuse for their friend's disappearance.
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