Glimmering in light like golden flakes of sand. Twirling to the music in pretense. Pleasantries are exchanged and true selves are hidden. A charade of what we are is on display. A dance of an artistic nature as all are presented in the finest setting. As fine pieces of china we each know our places. We fine tune our gamesmanship to an art. The craft is the trade we ply. Ever knowing that we cannot reveal our true intentions, at least not until the trap is sprung. In a grand illusion we participate, one piece of a game board. The game master manipulates us into playing our part, in this life's masquerade.