The dancing figure, frozen in bronze, extended an arm to heaven. I could almost imagine she was alive, such was the craftsmanship; in the corner of your eye, you would think she was. My gaze falls upon the blood flowing down my chest, but my eyes flitter back toward the dancer. She would be more alive than I, soon. This is all you need know, I remind myself. Yes, she is beautiful, perpetually reaching for…but soon I shall pass beyond. What she cannot know, there I go.
My vision dims, growing darker at the edges. I die admiring her beauty.
Tale Told 