The Alcoholic Sage (27)

Two people danced under the Chandelier. As the darkness, aglow with Black light, dipped low, the golden sun caught her with his arms. When the darkness, rising again, twirled around, the sun matched its rhythm and stepped back. It was Adella's and my dance. While the music of the ball, flowing from a Magitek device, resounded, everyone danced in perfect unison. However, the reason Adella and I stood out so distinctly among them was surely not just because we were in the center. “Have you m...