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65: The Mirage

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January 3, 1885 The months following Jonathan's death enveloped me in a haze of grief and despair, driving me to seek refuge in the embrace of shadows and rhythmic bodies. A surreal world unfolds before me as I step into the dimly lit hall. Men lost in their battles sway and spin in a dance of forgetfulness. The air is thick with the scent of cheap cologne and hushed laughter, starkly contrasting the sorrow that clings to my soul. The dancers, though, are mere ghosts to me. Specters haunting this place of ill repute, their joy a cruel mockery of the love I have lost. I watch them, envious of their ability to find happiness in such superficiality. At the same time, my heart remains anchored in a sea of despair. As I join the dance, I allow myself to be swept away by the music and the movements of my body, a desperate attempt to escape the pain that gnaws at my heart. I imagine the hall as something grander, a palace of joy and laughter, where Jonathan and I could dance away our troubles and live in a world untouched by the horrors of The Friends. But the illusion is short-lived. The music fades, the lights dim, and I am alone in the center of the hall, surrounded by strangers who know nothing of my pain. I realized then that there is no escape from the reality of my loss, no dance that can bring back the love that was so cruelly taken from me. -CV

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