Luminous in the night the ballerina twirls through the incandescent hell of a hallway, abound the terrors of her reality. She could kiss the lips of Satan with a purity of a new born, ingenuity within her being, living without walking, only tiptoeing in every ancient blurry time. Balancing a heaven on earth while the sun and moon are her only beliefs that rules her every judgment she personifies the inanimate to become meaningful energy that pulsates joyous waves in the midst of solar eclipses that rules this tilted world.