I am walking through a wondrous masquerade ball. Everyone is spinning around me. Their faces are blank and expressionless, disguising their features behind an empty shell. There's an air of mystique about these stone dancers, yet also one of meaninglessness. I am curious to know what hides behind these featureless veils, but its easy to believe that the more they hide the less there is to conceal. "Why are you hiding?" I ask. Suddenly, the dancing stops. Everyone turns to face me. There are no masks. I see the looks on their faces and put on a mask of my own.
