Fabrics swish and lights glitter, the guttering of lanterns outside the shabby establishment were clearly reached the ears of those attending over the stinging, burning sound of the crystal drizzle. Elegant ladies with powdered white wigs and rouge gentleman with tattoos and leather jackets merged as one in the crowd to enter. Realm of Passing in faded goldleaf now hung askew, providing a barrier between the club and the passers by.

It was sunken in, the sagging rafters; the weather worn and beaten doors. Eighteenth century architecture neglected in the era of supermodels and opium addicts. Inside hard rock music pounded, shaking the walls and pulsating the writhing mass, dancers, drinkers, drug dealers, and prostitutes moved as one, their wills gone as the music beat through them.

And in the corner, moving and meshing together to form a single beautiful entity without perfection or flaw were the creatures of these hollow glass constructs dreams. The magic in reality. The blood under the skin. The core of gravity in the center of a black hole. Dangerous enough to magnetize the strong and draw in the weak. Alluring in the certain of crushing oblivion that was the fate of those not of their kind joining the intricate web they formed.

Gold melded to silver. Sliver melded to crimson. Crimson to spatial green. Spatial green to earth red. Earth red to Gold. The web spun. Void black to starlight lavender. Starlight lavender to silver. Over and over, melded and spat out. Cohesion and separation, charred remains and smoke, nothing broken and everything changed. The web that connected, through which they flowed.

Cat eyes and swan wings. Cat eyes and metal gauntlets. Cat eyes and flame fabrics. Cat eyes and stone stars. Cat eyes and crackling energy. Cat eyes and fei eyes. Flowing into and out of one another. A land of dreams they could live in. Illusions that would hold and capture with all the substance of reality. Fantasy flowing through thread that bound each tightly in a way. Eternity in bliss, away from a world of absolutes where one mistake frames a life. Living in beauty far removed from time and place where neither holds shape. Through a gate, seductive as tempting fate, venture worlds so far apart into a certain death. Into the gate from one dimension to another, dying to reach the other reality.

Alluring in the certain death oblivion, reality no longer holds together. Mesh as one but separate when the night is done. Turn away from the blue topaz orb. Always reach in dreams and fantasy, yet never touch in the world where bitterness is pleasure and a moment's bliss is an eternity's regret. Complication through another web, never daring to cast off this world in search of another. Alone in a corner, outside, step away and fall into the crowd that grinds and writhes in pain for wounds they would never wish to see. Fall into that and away from the web you started to weave. Abandon your course to find yourself in each other, abandon your search to find each other in yourself. Leave behind bliss for his bitter and crumbling reality.

Yet hold on to this moment, into the flow and slide before the orb goes white and you must return. Maybe the next night we meet, you will stay in the world I created for us. Stay with me. I remain in this universe for you; my blood is on your hands, the proof of my existence that I pushed away. When you come we can leave and live in my realm, the one I built, the one you built, inside the other.