Like the moonlit wings upon nightfall, the long day waned into the black gauze of night. As the evening fell silent, an enchanting procession of embellished creatures stepped foot into an impossible realm of fantasy, into the epic tale known only as the MYTH Masque Ball.
What's a MYTH Masque ball you ask? Well, it's the sort of place where you're certain to find yourself beneath the cornerstone workings of age-old architecture, illuminated by colors spanning the light spectrum, tucked into a shiny-filled space to mix and mingle with fellow creatives.
It's a sort of sanctuary where the wildest of your fancies have much room to unfold. A place where you can close your eyes to catch fond glimpses of splendid days past, and those marvelous ones that have yet to reveal themselves.
Here, you'll take comfort and solace in the fine company of fae, fiends, and friends. Where characters and clans emerge from the shadows, allowing one to be reminded of how beauty can arise from the darkness shortly after the light of day disperses.
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Somewhere between sunset and nightfall, our esteemed guests arrived via Unicorn-driven carriages, and soon settled in for a romp in the grand courtyard to partake in the early evening festivities.
The pomp and pageantry included complimentary pours of absinthe, the enticing green muse, spritzy splashes of fizz, honey-sweet bourbon tastings, Witches Brew, and captivating blends of varied wines for a grand libation celebration like no other.
Following my mythical catering duties, I set forth to amuse in the fanciful tale.
Only, in lieu of glass slippers, I arrived to the ball perfectly outfitted in dragon spikes, silver in color.
Keeping a vicelike grip on the dark forgotten, I took to the evening with a savory crew,
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Then proceeded to parade into the living museum of colorful relics and curious creatures generally seen only amongst the Cimmerian shadows.
For where else in the kingdom can one find celestial saltwater creatures,
mingling with dark-sparkled, fire dancers,
for a rousing game of make believe?
...and now I've returned to whence I came, with a shredbit of sorrow, and accompanied by a shed tear or two.
I find solace knowing that the Majesty is scheduled to return in 2014. This should allow enough time to restore the MYTH-shaped hole in my heart.
Until then, my friends.
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