Midnight Masquerade
Reflection
In the shadows, they dance, their forms silhouetted against the darkness.
The man, a vision in black and gold, his attire a testament to a bygone era of elegance and mystery.
The woman, a vision in white, her tutu a frothy cloud that belies the intensity of her gaze.
Together, they move as one, their steps choreographed to the rhythm of the night.
Their masks, a symbol of the personas they wear, hide the truth of their souls.
Yet, in their eyes, a glimmer of their true selves is revealed.
They are performers, players in a drama that unfolds with every step.
The darkness is their stage, and they are the masters of this midnight masquerade.