The night was magical, shrouded in an atmosphere of mystery and mystery. The masks around us gave the party a special charm, forcing people to hide their true faces and stories. I was given a ticket to a party for respected people. When John, a handsome man in a black mask, came up to me, the world went quiet for a moment. His confident step and mystical aura attracted attention. He offered a drink—a chilled cocktail that was as bright as his smile when he introduced himself. We quickly found a common language, discussing hobbies and dreams, but there were many secrets hidden in his eyes, which added intrigue to our conversation. "How about a little fun?" - John suddenly suggested, as the lights of the city shone outside the window, creating a picturesque backdrop. He invited me to take a ride in his car, and with this offer I felt a surge of adrenaline and inner excitement. Soon, I was fighting the wind, sitting in the back seat of his black crossover while John confidently maneuvered through the night streets. The sounds of music from the speakers mixed with the hum of the engine, creating a loud background, under which our conversation naturally flowed into playful bickering and laughter. "Do you know what I've always dreamed of?" - he asked, clearly understanding that a masked party would create the perfect opportunity for candid conversations. "It's about freedom — not just physical, but also internal. Each of us is locked up in our own way, tied to expectations and social norms... Do you feel it?"