Bab 72: The Masquerade of Shadows

Azaria 'Ziya' Point of View

The room was alive with a murmur of hushed conversations and the occasional burst of laughter, the sounds blending together like a symphony of soft notes. The grand ballroom, with its towering glass walls and opulent crystal chandeliers, glittered under the gentle glow of the moonlight streaming through the expansive windows. Every inch of the space was decorated with elegant floral arrangements, cascading down from high ceilings and weaving through the tables like vines in a magical forest. The floor was a polished marble, reflecting the soft, golden light from the chandeliers above, casting intricate patterns that danced with the shadows.