Bodies swayed across the dance floor. It was a grand ball, royal? Maybe. It was a mystery whose party it was. But it was beautiful.

The strangers movements were so in sync, their lives crashed, pulled, pushed, all to the beat of an elegant song.

Their was no judgemental minds or eyes throughout the entire room. Dance partners were dance partners, and that was that. She danced with him, he danced with him. They danced with them, and she danced with them. It was a congregation of enjoyment and grace.

The ball lasted for as long as there were guests to dance. People came and went, each one different than before, each with a different and unique story. Their interests, likes, dislikes, strengths and weaknesses, all varied. Yet the dance was so perfectly perfect.