The performers, all women, in yellow dresses with yellow masks, looked bright, each having a yellow ribbon in their hands. Anastasia had never seen such elaborate costumes and extravagant performance. The women looked like frozen flowers who wore dresses spun from paradise. The darkness that swirled around them reminded her of the nightmares. They were all absolutely still, until the music filled the air from the background. Heavy drum beats mixed with fiddles and notes from harps sent them whipping their ribbons and setting them in rhythmic motion.