The world was ending, so what were we doing? Dancing. Obviously. What else did we ever do? Well, sing. But other than that? Dance, dance, dance.
The world was ending, and we were dancing.
Kind of ironic- dancing usually represented joy. That's not really the world ending.
Miku looked like she was about to pass out from the stress of- well, the world ending. She was also singing at the top of her lungs, having no regrets about anything.
"One two! One two! One two!" She called out the dance steps.
We twirled and turned and moved, in sync with each other, and in sync with the world ending.
We screamed, laughed, danced, cried.
Danced some more.
I had expected it to come to an abrupt stop when the world actually did end, but did it?
No.
We just kept on dancing.