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Smoke filled the air, the sting of heat behind my eyes, yet i moved with the stealth of a Ninja. I danced with the grace of an angel inbetween objects, my wings flapping before me, holding a moon in my hand. Fear  tapped an angry stampede its husky tone trying to seduce my eardrums, its shriek vibrating through me, yet even i could feel the splendour of the freedom it was to dance before Kings, my limbs moving like liquid, fluid like strands, a poem in existence. To breathe in the joy of facing a dream, i was lit like a firework.