All started with beautiful music. It sounded like the magic flute of a fairy playing a melody composed by the wind, the lord of music- enchanters.
At the sound of the wind's music, the guests whirled, like autumn leaves, in the grey fog. They whispered and laughed and they seemed to enjoy the free-fall, even though it seemed to last forever.
Finally, all guests landed softly on something that was like thick velvet grass.
The young man took off his mask and looked around. He had not enjoyed the long fall; he was dizzy, and the mask on his face was too tight, and made him feel uncomfortable.
Also, he could not understand what he saw around him. It was like a whirling waltz of masks that shifted into flowers, animals and magic creatures. Maybe it was the other way round – the flowers and the other figures became masks, he could not say for sure.
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