The room was dim, quiet.
Only the faint sound of music filled the air. You'd expect to hear the kind at a banquet, where nobles in gowns and suits moved across the floor with polished steps.
In the center of the room was a young lady swaying lightly. Her dress brushed against the floor, catching the rhythm of the tune.
She wasn't alone, really. Darkness curled and twisted at her fingertips, forming a tall figure before her.
The darkness bent to her will. It was smooth and flowing, like silk sliding through her hands.
She raised her right hand. The figure mirrored her, bowing low as if greeting a true partner. Her lips curved slightly.
Step. Step. Turn.
Her skirt fanned out with the motion.
The figure of darkness spun with her in perfect harmony, their steps gliding across the room like an actual ballroom.
She lifted her hand higher, and the figure trailed up her arm, wrapping around her fingers with flawless precision.
