Two small, delicate hands that were as fragile as glass fluttered and swayed through the air. Slightly scarred though they were, they were still graceful. As if they belonged to a dancer.

For some time, she danced alone. Eventually though, another pair of hands appeared beside hers. They were coarse and strong, the hands of a man. Together, they formed a perfect harmony. The beauty they created in their dance was both infinite and undying. Something that could never be forgotten by someone fortunate enough to witness it.

Through their dance they depicted the darkness of the world and also the light. They created joy, love and hope alongside sadness, anger and disappointment. As they danced they created a world of their own. All too soon their dance ended, as all good things must.

As the silence again engulfed them, the heat of his anger returned, burning the world to cinders around them, but still the brilliant smile remained plastered on her face, as if the sun had deemed itself worthy to shine.