The eruption of space around her is a dance of sound and emotion. She is the dense center of a whirling world that seems to solidify to support her. Her feet fall on Earth made of recent sound. Her tambour is her creative device, transforming chaos into order briefly, then allowing it to disintegrate again and become free.
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