The Last Supper of the Stars
The ballroom was a miracle of decadent excess. Crystal chandeliers the size of cathedrals hung from a ceiling that mirrored the dying nebula of the solar system. Waiters with porcelain skin and empty eyes served nectar that tasted of forgotten memories and liquid gold. The music was a haunting, discordant melody that seemed to pull the soul out of the body. Julian leaned back in his velvet...
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