There, fantastic creatures rid themselves of their light, transparent veils, And bow to the splendid regal Lion who gracefully roars:
Let the party begin!
White beehives explode in the air, throwing colored powder onto the frantic crowds, Men, women, snakes and peacocks all join each other in one great dance, Drawing circles of sequins, pearls and silk threads over the amazed audience.
Never has she ever felt such harmony. And it seems like her joy just transcended her being.
But the night is coming to an end, and there goes the last dance, taking her, one step at a time, back to the pale reality, along the canals of Venice.