'Welcome to The Dance of the Dead' – It was a greeting written in white letters on a wide, red banner – in the language unknown to any of the visitors.

Pale sand, turquoise waters, vermillions palm trees, and bushes. It was a tranquil night.

The guests entered, one after one, and occupied chairs next to round tables under large umbrellas. They were all sitting alone, until the full moon.

Everybody looked at the waves that were crashing at the shore, with uncanny longing.

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Bells started to ring and corpses were carried by the waters to the beach.

A service staff appeared on both sides of the beach. Males were wearing red suits and women were wearing green hooded robes. They started walking in lines towards the corpses and knelt next to them.

The men were sewing ruined body parts together or putting together skeletons, while ladies were applying ointments. At last, when the corpse was ready, it received a talisman.

As the talisman touched the first skeleton, it was brought back to life and approached its table.

"Miriad?" - A woman at the table covered her mouth with her gloves and cried happy tears.

The skeleton couldn't speak, but it extended his hand to the girl and invited it to dance.

One after another, all of the guests joined the ball.