The Phantom Ballroom Beneath the Eternal Eclipse A darkened ballroom trapped in time, where the ceiling is dominated by a perpetual eclipse, casting everything in twilight hues of violet, crimson, and gold. Clockwork vines, adorned with tiny floating lanterns that contain captured starfire, stretch over the walls, pulsing in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. Shadows move in ways they shouldn’t, dancing along with guests who may or may not be entirely real. The scent of ancient roses, forgotten dreams, and the dust of long- dead civilizations lingers in the air
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