The man and the mask

A man with a purpose tho not a clear one comes to an old, overgrown ballroom wearing a sleek blue suit and a cracked masquerade mask. Walking to the entrance with no worry about his clothes getting wet. He opens all of the doors with one grand motion revealing the musty dance floor, with a chandelier piercing it in the center. The man plays a record on a record player in the back of the room. The vines return to the forest, spiders crawl out of their webs, the glass returns to the windows, and the chandelier rises from the floor, Moonlight shining through every crystal. The shadows of those long past began to rise.

(Please feel inclined to give any sort of feedback even if just on one chapter, ideas are always appreciated. This is the first story I've ever written)