"That Dance was flawless. From every step, light and matter came to be. From every spin, energy and soul watered It all. And as She jumped, life sprung from the very face of It.

But the Dancer was not aware of the silent force. A power of powerlessness. A power to bring void upon the beauty of perfection, putting an end to everything that came to exist. Death.

The colossal piece of expression was no longer, taking along Odoriko's energies, for they were It's fuel.

And no dancing was ever again danced by the Dancer. Her remaining shards still linger on the fragments of perfection, protected for the time being.

Oojirasagi, now the Lonely and Only, keeps guarding what is left of the Great Dance."

• Fragment extracted from the play Rise and Fall of Perfection

Art, Oojirasagi, Odoriko © me, whitemantis, from Blade Under Mask.