C322 Tear off the Mask

The white silk on her wrist danced gently in the night sky, while the silk ribbon danced lightly and nimbly like a fish free in the sea. The floating body slowly lingered, slowly spiraled, was agile, and soft; even though the white silk ribbon was dancing right beside her, it couldn't touch her.

The white light surrounded her unceasingly, as if a sacred goddess was lingering around her