Musakcritiq

  As you walked down the abandoned streets of Venice, you saw shadows in homes lining the streets, all celebrating merrily and happily. Since the local festivities died down, you have been wandering the streets on your way back home to ultimately be slaved around by your parents once more.  It was a miracle you had even been able to be let outside this late at all. Maybe because the festivals have been going on they allowed you more leash. Music filled the air, probably some of the richer holding masquerade balls currently letting out fresh music.  As you continued to the bigger homes, you could hear the music playing, the people's laught