Blue Masquerade

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, five figures rise, their faces hidden away. Behind white masks, secrets sleep, as blue attire in grandeur sweep. The city's ancient heartbeat echoes through, a timeless dance, a mystic hue. With every step, a story's spun, of love, of loss, of dreams yet to be done. Their headdresses, tall and proud, like spires that touch the sky, a testament to dreams allowed. In this masquerade, they find their voice, a chorus of whispers, a heartfelt choice. To hide and seek, to reveal and conceal, in the blue mist, their spirits reveal. A dance of mystery, a waltz of old, where the past and present, young and old, entwine like the tendrils of a vine, in an eternal, mystic rhyme.