The dancer takes center stage as the curtains unravel. As she proceeds the audience’s sights fixate, and fluid motion soon riddles them with attraction. How they watch in awe, it’s a spectacle beyond belief in vivid conduction—

They’re all entranced, and not a sound echoes throughout the halls. Dreams, desires, fantasies; they all illuminate before the gathered. She observes in flowing, grinning as they each take their dose.

Their mouths lie agape while their hairs stand on end, eyes glued— what a sight to behold. The lights dim then vanish, and a roar of applause ensues.

She bows, beads of sweat running rampant along her body. With heavy breath her eyes find light within the gleeful, had they seen her? Like sheep, the crowd follows the first out the door. The light returns, she rises, and the roar is no more.

Illumination regresses to a flicker, and to her the question remains— had… they seen her?

For the projections of which they held dear resonated with clarity— every dance, every crowd, every instance; it was always there, she had always seen them for all that they were.

After every twist, every tuck, every step, the same roar followed with an emptiness that always prevailed. Even with the blessing of her ferocious radiance, had they really seen her?

The frustrations in her fluidity, the frenzied declarations within her dance— that glowing radiance had a source, and its ever-presence was what, seemingly, they had always seen.

If only she knew.

Had she did, the blinds to her eyes would be no more. It was never the crowd who deceived her, nor the absence of answers that slighted her actions, it was the self-restricting label that leveled her to the lesser value of what she had actually become.

‘The dancing woman’, an evocative performer that transcended what all pleasure had to offer?

Or Pamela, a woman who blossomed into the consecrated position of a higher spirit that demanded veneration.

With every rise and fall, she spoke the silent language of the soul. The Gods, the crowds, and even herself at times; they had all seen her.

Sinch