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In all of her Victorian glory, the woman stared at the silver moon hanging low in the sky. It was quiet at the hilltop; nary a creature scurrying about.
As if hearing music somewhere, the pale woman began to dance in circles, her crimson dress billowing out. Her dance was slow and melancholy.
She raised the cloth fan held in her gloved hand above her head, and slashed the air as she turned around. Slowly, but surely, her dance was speeding up.
She began to giggle wildly as she spun around and around, faster and faster. Her cloth fan criss-crossed the air in repeat arcs.
Caught up in her frenzied dancing, the woman was cackling madly, her eyes wide. She raked through her silken hair with her free hand, and pulled clumps out. The strands floated toward the ground.
Then she exploded into pieces engulfed by flames, and soon the sky was dotted with flaming stars.
As if hearing music somewhere, the pale woman began to dance in circles, her crimson dress billowing out. Her dance was slow and melancholy.
She raised the cloth fan held in her gloved hand above her head, and slashed the air as she turned around. Slowly, but surely, her dance was speeding up.
She began to giggle wildly as she spun around and around, faster and faster. Her cloth fan criss-crossed the air in repeat arcs.
Caught up in her frenzied dancing, the woman was cackling madly, her eyes wide. She raked through her silken hair with her free hand, and pulled clumps out. The strands floated toward the ground.
Then she exploded into pieces engulfed by flames, and soon the sky was dotted with flaming stars.