Dancers in a Dream

[Sword-and-Pen]

The room was swirling as the dresses that looked like pretty candy wrappers twirled in a rhythmic design. They swayed this way and that as the dancers kept time with the extraordinarily mystical music. Not one person was out of step, and yet they all seemed to be unaware of where they were going or where the other dancers were. The room was a wave of sound, one side of the room would be roaring with laughter than the laughter would travel across the room. There was no joke, only laughter. Laughter from wine or laughter from fatigue it mattered not. Back and forth it would go as the dancers twirled, and everyone was hidden behind masks of deception that lured you in to the trap of confusion. Everywhere you looked were masks, not one person was without one, except her.

((The beginning of a story? Or does it sound a little too Labyrinth?))