Resplendent in costume, she moved to the center of the floor and began her taxim performance, to the beat of turbulent drums. Her skirts swirled about her, light reflected off of her beads and coins, and the other dancers in the tent appeared to blur and fade from vision, until there was only her, surrounded by an aura -- and if you watch for too long, you're lost. This is how she weaves her spell. The performance is not the result of her going into a trance; rather, it places one upon her audience. Consider yourself forewarned.