Come and dance with us at the party.
A party with beautiful women dressed in gowns
and handsome men in tuxedos.
A perfect party with perfect people.
Couples twirling around the dance floor,
as light as air.
Dancing through sculptures
that look real people.
Maybe a little too real.
Who are all these people?
What are the dark secrets
being murmured through the room?
Should we follow the others onto the
dance floor or should we be wary?
Why do we keep hearing the words,
"Nothing is what it seems?"
THE DEAD GAME