A palatial ballroom, adorned in velvet and crystal, where the heart of a jester beats beneath the guise of a suitor...
He stepped forward, a single red rose clasped between fingers trembling with more than just passion. A slip, a trip, and oh!the chandelier sways dangerously above. Will they dance above the chaos or beneath it?
An unintended echo of his dramatic monologue ricocheted, "Thy beauty blinds me!" he proclaimed. The walls, unsympathetic, replied, "Blind... blind... blind..." It was a comedic crescendo matched only by the calamity of his clumsy pirouette.
Clutching a winged hat, mask askew, the jester wept—a silent promise etched into the shadows cast upon the ballroom floor.
Delight in Twilight | Mimicry of Echoes