Warning!!: This kinda has a short story with it cause I thought it was more interesting that way :/

You wander around the crowded streets of the festival, enjoying yourself with all the lively spirits and smiling faces.

Children running to the center of the town, other festival goers follow behind. The lanterns of nearby restaurants and stores dim out. You follow the people to a circular stage surrounded by unlit candles. The rest of the lanterns went out. People hushed, the sound of footsteps and the jingle of jewelry rung in the air. Two large torches suddenly blazed, the candles on the round stage lighting up one by one. A figure faces away from you is suddenly standing on the stage.

Her hair long and dark brown, her outfit exotic and intricate. Decorated with little chimes that rang at her every movement. Decorative chains bind her arms and legs together while some excess dangled off.

The music started playing, and she started moving. First she swayed with the music, then made more exaggerated movements. Her dance was of sadness and anger, but also hope and laughter. People were entranced by her moves, and to say the least so were you. You couldn't see her face. Her eyes were covered by a wooden masked with four eyes carved where her original eyes and a little higher than that would be. A single purple feather swaying along with her body at the top.

A women shrouded in beauty and mystery. The Masked Dancer.

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