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What a pretty place this is... fear and power, blood and lights. I can hear its heartbeat...
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock...
Could do without the man on the sweets pile. His voice is stuck in my ears.
It's all a jumble here, isn't it? Messily criss-crossing fates and dreams, empty souls, missing hearts, lives that have fled but keep on living...
Is there a party? Am I invited? I'm sure I haven't brought my tea-gown...
[ooc: Dru will be flitting about the festival. Feel free to chat with her/point out that the stars aren't talking/ask her to stop chewing on your neck.]