And as clouds float on the sea, thus floated she in her majestic lonely dance surrounded by the ocean of lights on the scene. No couple could reach her charming vividness. Faraway stars could only be jealous of the Sun, who emanated enough warmth for the living.
Maybe that was the reason why none of them dared to join in her fiery but serene dance in fear of being burnt alive, turned into ashes, devoured by her devastating gravity.
-May I dance with you, Miss? - she heard and suddenly space emerged with chilling cold.
Voice of the ice cracking.
An obscure silhouette. Antimatter willing to balance her heat with its frigid temperature in its probably beating heart.
It was not an invitation to dance - more to duel between heat and cold, the Sun and the Black Hole, life and death.
She slightly nodded with the malicious spark in her eyes, anticipating their dance and the end of the whole world.
They started dancing their dance.
The touch of their fingers. The gaze full of animation. Spark and thriving flame.
The Black Hole feasted on the Sun, devoured her every single devastating ray, balanced out her life with its death while they both slowly melted.
No clue of them was found after the dance.