The mouth of the portal opens into a spotless underbelly of glittering, sparkling, shining things. Gold and crystal; strangers spinning across the floor; smiling voices and coquettish quips. It's not a place fit for you by any means, but you swallow around the edges of unbelonging, eyes squinting through the gaps of the mask, and press yourself to the wall in observation of those around you.
They look happy, you think, even while wearing these foolish things. There's a brief thought across your mind, wondering if she would like to do something like this. If it would make her happy, too.
You make a loud sound through your nose, annoyance or contemplation. It's hard to tell for the person that settles next to you.













