In a decadent future society they celebrate a hundred different festivals a year in a non-stop party. Racing my shadowy counterpart we both try to find the King, it's urgent that I get to him first and tell him the truth. He was hard to find - he had disguised himself and mingled with the common people to party unmolested (as Kings are wont to do). I walked through the masked ball, pulling off masks, 'Are you the King?' I'd ask. I found myself in the cavernous Grand Hall and looked up to see thousands of flying creatures of every kind. Golden dragons, flying snakes, bees and horses. 'It's the festival of the flying beasts!' my shadowy counterpart whispers to me. I'll never find the King in this, I think, gloomily.