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She was as white as snow in the surrounding darkness. Her pale, perfect skin glowed like the moon on night-sky. Every step she took was light and graceful. Her long, black hair followed her moves. It was as if she was flying. You could see the passion in the young dancer's naked, pure body. She looked strong, but still so fragile. She loved dancing. Every move she made showed it. She was full of energy. Watching her was breath-taking. The peaceful, yet happy expression on her face made anybody's heart race. You couldn't keep track of the time if you watched her. The sight was too beautiful.
But suddenly, she fell. Her body was no longer light. She was covered in layers of clothes, lying on the floor. But she pushed herself up and continued dancing, tears flowing down her cheeks from her closed eyes. It was painful. You could feel the pain and sorrow she was going through. The way she was ashamed. She felt tainted. Her steps were heavy. It was like watching a bird who lost her wings. In the end, she was too tired to go on. She fell again. She sat in the darkness, expressionless, open eyes staring into nothingness. But even though you couldn't see what she was thinking, you could feel the anger, shame and sorrow pack inside her as you watched her. Tears fell from her eyes, but this time it was different.
Taniyama Mai woke up with mixed feelings, tears in her eyes. She remembered every single detail about the dream; it was her job, after all. But this time, indeed, was somehow different. Mai was a little too familiar with the feelings she experienced in the dream with the young woman. But she knew she couldn't let her personal life interfere. She was, after all, in the middle of a potential, supernatural murder case.
My first fanfic ever. I have probably made many grammar mistakes, feel free to point them out and I will try to edit them.