As the village burnt to ash, so did you. The sun was on your skin; you had your dance with the flames.. As it died, the climax reached it's finale. You have gone and passed, unable to take a bow.

“No.. No this can't do.” Luocha muttered, grief-stricken beyond belief, holding your lifeless body he took you for another dance, “Follow my step, dearest... 1, 2 3..." he croaked out—

Waltzing with you under the wine night skies.