Six men in toucan masks wrap the night about them-disappear into its folds.
It's Robespierre and his musicians, they play strangely shaped horns and hand drums. He is only seen like this, within a protective sheath of sound.
They say his musicians control the perceptions and behaviour of the crowd, that they can make him appear invisible, or 10 feet tall. This accords with the evidence. All eyewitness accounts concur. Attest to inexplicable phenomena. Sound is known to possess these properties.
Panic sound. Sleep sound. Rage sound.
Rhythms to stretch consciousness. Till the whole world is held in a single thought....
Six men in toucan masks, turbans, black robes, wrapped in the night....

Every one within hearing range begins to dance
Cleanse them! Purge them of their afflictions! Dance till you are purified!
All awareness of space and time is engulfed as sound becomes an all encompassing environment.
The dancers move in a field of music. The music is the landscape. The music is the climate. The music is the texture. The music swells to fill all senses. It is the topography. It is the thought. It is the emotion. This is not exaggeration. This is not poetic license. This is as objective a description as is possible. The musicians now have total control over the dancers. They create the environment the dancers exist within. Not only the physical environment, but the inner landscape. They have control over even the heart rate and other autonomous physical processes. This is meant literally. This cannot be stressed enough.