Last dance
As the volume of the music gradually increases, silhouettes can be seen dancing gracefully in the darkness of the hall while singing against the wall. However, despite the fact that their faces are covered and the smiles on their faces are fake, they continue to dance as if it were the last night of their lives. You can almost physically feel your heart beating in time with the passionate steps that they are taking. Your surroundings are unclear, and neither your physical self nor your mental self are paying attention to what you are saying. Despite this, you dance alone once more. The atmosphere has taken on a chilly and oppressive quality all of a sudden. And there were two deep eyes staring back at you from in front of him, and his hair was as black as the night sky. When he bows to you, his hand is covered in glows, and he asks, "Would you care for one last dance?" with this icy but beautiful smile of his.
Your mind, just like your body, does not pay attention to what you say. They are acting in accordance with the directives of a third party. You dance once more, blending your bodies with his while placing your hand in his. Everyone is looking at you. His gaze draws you in and makes you smile. When done with extreme caution, the dance becomes no louder than a whisper. There is a pause in the steps. The silence in the world is almost deafening. You are crying now, and tears are running down your cheek. His hands, which were empty at this point, began to whip slowly. When his skin touches yours, your body remembers who you are but your senses run away. You must be completely spent. His smile relaxes you.
"You will now return to having no value whatsoever." He explained.
As the song draws to a close, your body abruptly transforms into a single rose petal. As mysterious as the night, but as enchanting as the sound of a soul's sigh as it leaves the body.
"We'll meet again, forever mine." And as those words move through eternity, everything that once existed has vanished. Going all the way back to the beginning.
Plot twist in the story : you are suddenly brought back to reality.
"Do you have time for one more dance before we call it a night?" I tell the snail that has been following me around for what seems like an eternity now.