As she entered the room a sudden burst of laughter rushed towards her, breaking around her like a wave and threatening to overwhelm her.
She had only been gone a moment, but the feeling in the room seemed to have shifted; the previously amiable chatter taking on a more hostile tone.
The laughter forced and insincere; where once it had felt welcoming and spontaneous.
As she moved through the crowd, her eyes flitting from face to face, she could feel the change. Eyes unfocused, smiles fixed, faces slack.
The animated room had disappeared and been replaced with a mere illustration, a facade. As if the occupants were caricatures of themselves. The laughter a ghastly soundtrack to a bad cartoon.
What had she missed? What had passed in this room; through this room?
She searched the faces, looking for any sign of understanding or knowledge. Of self-awareness.
She could find none.
The further into the room she traveled the more sinister the mood became and she could feel the malevolence in the air begin to choke her.
She reached the far side of the room and turned.
The laughter stopped.
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