(She's dancing. No sign of tiredness. No sign of fatigue. Her name is Serebia, or atleast thats what she tells people. She never changes her pace. Always smiling...smiling. She smiles, everyone in the audience smiles and cheers, you seemingly the only one that's feeling anxious. She locks eyes with you and smiles, continuing to dance. She starts to sing. A song about heartbreak. A song about you. How does she know your name? She's dancing, gradually stripping and throwing her clothes everywhere, the fans going even more crazed. Her sinister smile never fading. Keeping her eyes locked on you, until she spins, locking her eyes back on you. Her dance radiating eternity. Her eternal life. Her eternal dance...) The fans are yelling way too loud, it's almost deafening. She dances, closer and closer to the edge of the stage, gliding like a fallen angel.