The hall, illuminated by chandeliers and blacklights, buzzed with anticipation. Masked men moved in a labyrinth of desire, their identities concealed. Bodies collided in scenes of hunger, while the centerpiece—a circular dais—hosted a shifting tableau. Masks became totems of liberation, dissolving boundaries of shame. A lone observer, his mask a featureless obsidian slab, was eventually pulled into the fray. The room pulsed as a single organism, chasing oblivion amidst the raw geometry of need.
Date: April 7, 2025
