Town Square
A solitary figure dances below the statue in the middle of the town square. Even the mighty statue, a mining cart dragged by an almighty steed full of sinew and muscle, shrinks in awe.
This shining young dancer has parted the dark skies, a sliver of golden sunshine following her every move. She is dancing to the songs of the universe, her arms leaving trails of colour and sparkle.
You draw closer. The light is so bright no shadows are cast. She’s entrancing, exotic, exciting. You draw closer still, her movements slowing as she matches your gaze. She slows, but never stops, as if unable to. Her molecules are vibrating so fast she could disappear at any moment.
From parts unknown, she reaches out her hand…
“Wanna dance?”
You have other routes… but you can’t stop staring, You’ll have to just take your chances with whatever happens…
Walk forwards, along the square