Flames twisted, throwing shadows that danced. The dance was one with jerking, halting steps. It was a ghastly effect, one with frightening apparitions. Yet so entrancing one couldn't look away. The shadows fluttered closer, almost within in reach but never touching. They grinned, then grimaced, then melted back into each other as new forms took their place. The only light was that that gave shape to the demons. It wavered and flickered, yet seemed to be everyone at once. There was no sound.
