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The ballroom glowed under crystal chandeliers, casting golden light on swirling gowns and polished shoes. Classical strings wove through laughter and chatter. You stood alone at the edge, wine glass in hand, watching couples glide. A shadow fell over you. You looked up into sharp purple eyes. Fyodor Dostoevsky stood there, black hair framing his pale face, hand extended. "My apologies for the sudden approach. May I please have this dance with you?" His Russian accent lingered in the air, waiting for you's answer.