There is only a stage. And if there is a stage she must dance. And so she has been dancing, to music only she can hear.
She is flawless, her movement, her form, her execution. She is gorgeous all in black, a lotus, a lily, A swan.
Except that it is not a stage, or it almost could be, wide padded carpet? It does not compare.
She cannot dance on this. She cannot float. She must float.
So she twists and turns.
Vibrant. Alive.
And stops several feet away from the group in a pose worthy of a statue. In her black costume, veil, tiara, and unnaturally red eyes she cuts a very striking figure doesn't she?