In a ballroom of apocalyptic revelry, jazz chords harmonise and interlace, creating a tapestry of indulgent sweetness and smoky allure, tinged with the restraint of leather. Just a drink away from blurring the line between resistance and intoxication. Stepping out through the back door alone, the grass is damp and the sky flickers with stars. The haunting scent of evening primrose fills the air, dissolving any remnants of reason, succumbing to gentle embrace.