The dancer closes her eyes and begins to move. She flows across the floor like water, her body dancing to an unheard rhythm. The light catches her, and colors begin to dance on her skin. They swirl around her, a whirling rainbow of hues. She dances faster and faster, spinning in the light. The colors blur together, creating a beautiful mosaic. She is lost in the moment, dancing in the pure joy of movement. Time ceases to exist, and she is free. The colors are a part of her, and she is a part of them. They cling to her skin, dress, and hair. She is one with the colors. She moves gracefully, and they follow her lead. The colors are a part of the dancing; they are inseparable. They are the same.
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