Marcus starts to drift through the music, his moves slow, even through the quick beat. He flows more like water than flesh, legs, arms, and body all coordinating to carry him across and through the old Certamen circle, kicking up age-old dust under his shoes. Eyes closed, he seems to allow the music pass through him and guide him forward. Slowly, his motions begin to stretch and blur, literally, as if he were moving in slow-motion through the beat. Perhaps he really is..