Behind every mask lies a sorrow too beautiful to reveal.

masquerade

Masque d'Amour

Ballroom

Act III: Chambers of Whispers
A door opens into darkness. Wings scatter, thunder answers, a bell tolls. Whispers coil through the dancers like smoke, binding them to the rhythm. Then silence—steps fading, a breath snuffing the last flame, and the chamber sealed in eternal hush.

Chamber of Whispers

Act IV: Chapel of the Forgotten 
Dance until you’re sorrow’s content.

Chapel of the Forgotten

There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable.

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Grimoire