

MonochromeThe lights are dancing, back and forth, and back and forth; shadow-patterns on the wall, glowing with light, growing with it, and then shrinking back again into darkness: an erotic dance, a fusing of light and shadow. Somewhere in the room, in the places where light never plunges quite far enough to reach, humans are mirroring the shadow dance. Yin and yang meeting in a soft clash of flesh and shadow, ignored except by each other.Monochrome
People are laughing, strange laughs, dark ones, brought one by drink and pala. They talk, drunkenly or intelligently, but their talk is always obscured by that of those near them, until no one can hear
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