The crushed and mushy corpse lay limp on the ground, exuding the clotted scent of blood, but people seemed oblivious to this gory scene, continuing to dance. Some stepped over the woman's corpse, their feet stained with fresh blood, leaving crimson footprints on the floor.
The orchestral music around soared with joy, the melody stirring emotions deep within everyone, like wild beasts rampaging in their hearts.
Soft light cascaded from above the golden hall, through the scattered glow, Sai Zong could see the golden dust floating in the air, and behind the dust, the faintly visible orchestras.
The figures played their instruments with abandon, immersed in their self-created illusions, nothing could stop their performance, just as nothing could stop the advance of the train.
As the tune reached a crescendo, the ball became more fervent, trombones and trumpets intertwined in harmony, piano keys interspersing their notes.
