Soon, Oliver finds himself seated between his spouse and friends in a grand ballroom. He scans the room, glancing to his left and right, and notices his companions, including Elijah, by his side. As he takes a deep breath, his gaze lands on a gathering of people in front of a long table covered with a pristine white cloth.

     The ballroom is enormous, akin to a stadium that can handle thousands of individuals. Gleaming gold linings complement the cream-coloured concrete walls, and curved windows allow moonlight to filter through the glass. In the centre of the room, formally dressed palace guests fill the vast space, engaged in socializing and conversation. Overhead, a humongous golden chandelier embellished with countless pearls radiates its luminous glow, illuminating the entire hall.

"Are you the Remaining Podeshire that people have been talking about?" a woman asked.

"I am," Oliver replied.

"I've heard you extinguished the fire that was burning the oases," a man in a dark blue suit remarked. "That's incredibly generous of you."

"Thank you," Oliver smiled.

"You're quite fascinating," a woman with a posh red dress commented, leaving a question in her wake. "May I know your age, fine man?"

"I'm twenty-seven years old," Oliver answered. "I'll be turning twenty-eight next April."

"Ooh!" the woman uttered in surprise.

"If I am not mistaken, it appears your eyes possess the colour of glistening gold," a man in a beige robe observed, closely studying Oliver's eyes.

"Yes, I do have golden eyes," Oliver confirmed.

"How did you acquire them?" the man inquired.

"Perhaps it's genetics?" a woman beside him speculated.

"Well, I was born with brown eyes. However, due to a significant incident when I was nineteen, I had to change my appearance, including my hair and eye colour. Over time, my natural hair colour returned, but my eye colour... it hasn't reverted yet," Oliver explained.

"I must say, he's truly fascinating," the woman with the posh red dress whispered loudly.

"Indeed. Now, let's proceed to our designated tables for dinner, ladies and gentlemen," the man in the blue suit suggested, leading the way across the room.

As the crowd dispersed around Oliver, he took a deep, relieving breath and closed his eyes.

Elijah then addressed Oliver and his companions, saying, "My beloved guests, I invite you to feast upon the meals prepared by our lovely servants!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty," Oliver nodded, offering a small smile.

     On the long rectangular table, an abundant spread of food awaits. Bowls brim with creamy hummus, while others hold baba ganoush with spring onions. Plates are laden with thousands of individual flatbreads, accompanied by steaming turkeys, succulent steaks, and rich reddish-brown curries. Adjacent to the savoury delights, a colourful array of fruits such as apples, mangoes, grapes, and sliced watermelons fill every remaining space on the table's surface, leaving no gaps among the dozens of ceramic plates.

     Oliver divides a flatbread into two and dips one side into a bowl of hummus. Excitement whirls within him as he takes a satisfying bite. The taste sends a pleasant shiver down his spine, causing his hair to stand on end.

     Unexpectedly, the melodious strains of a violin and a guitar fill every corner of the room. The music seemingly materializes from thin air, rapidly captivating the atmosphere. Its lively melody prompts nearly every male guest in the room to rise from their chairs and hasten toward the centre of the ballroom.

     Confusion passes along Oliver and his companions as they watch the crowds gather in the centre of the room. They exchange puzzled glances with their eyebrows raised in questioning. Meanwhile, the music reverberates through the men. Men clap to its beat, bouncing on their toes as they form a swirling line that encircles the ballroom.

     Oliver's face gradually lights up with a smile as he realizes the men are engaged in a joyous dance. He keeps his eyes fixed on the blissful dancers, quietly observing with his companions as he hums along with the infectious rhythm. His eyes glisten like the sun, watching the spectacle unfold before them.

     Laughter fills the ballroom as men bounce on their shoes and sandals, leaping like rabbits, circling the grand room. Eventually, a group of boys steps forward, standing in the centre of the men's circle. The young boys begin to spin their bodies in harmony with the music.

     The entire room erupts in applause, synchronizing with the beat. The men raise their hands high towards the ceiling, stomping their feet in time with the claps. They spin and twirl, creating a celestial dance in the ballroom, resembling planets in orbit.

     Almost every man revels in the joyous celebration, dancing in the heart of the grand hall beneath the chandelier as the tune intensifies. The melody grows more dramatic and faster with each passing second. Finally, the music concludes, and the dancers freeze in place.