The magic behind a child's smile

The ball

Spiders were dressed up with bowties and top hats made of leaves and silk. All looking upon the expanding crowd. Fairies dressed uniquely, their dresses and suits crafted from petals, leaves and other natural wonders of the forest. Each dance pair had clothes that complemented eachother inspired by different flowers, each outfit personal.

A small group of fairies danced to a classical music in 4,4 time accompanied by a calm and dreamy tempo, a hint of whats yet to come. Glistening spiderwebs decorated with an evening dew was spun across many trees creating an exceptional masterpiece of a dancefloor.

Raindrops decorate gentle silk forming rainbow-like bunting which let light gently cascade upon those below as the dimming sunlight twinkled through each delicate pearl. The coloured light allowing the fairies to look more angelic in their perfect twos. Pairs, all teaming up and dancing their own dance as the music begins to play, all dances practiced and precise. The cacophony of colours and complementary differences made the sight incomparable to anything and everything. A perfect performance to comfort even the most scarred soul. The smiles, the laughs- unprecedented. Collectively, it's unquestionably the most magnificent phenomenon to have ever come to be. As the ball graduated into full swing, crowds gathered hoping to see the main event.

The fire fairies snapped to attention then moved slow as the floor cleared. The heat rising as furious symphonies began to explode, each individual appearing tame yet devious and unpredictable. The pairs doing their own dance. Accompanied by the crimson crowd around them, they create a marvellous sight. All moves synchronised as if it were instinct. Perfectly contrasting dances filled with a passion, of love and lust, subtle teases as they throw themselves at eachother only for it to be repaid with a seemingly heartfelt embrace. Slowly the floor changed, the crystalline white webs slowly became tainted to a blush before the floor burst into a bright scarlet-rose masterpiece. 

Embers sparked from the twisting and turning dance of a centrepiece, enchanting the floor they fell upon. A deadly blood-red haze shone from the floor the dancers tangoed upon. The glare grew and grew until the stage appeared to ignite. The heat of the song, the passion of the dancers, the wonder of the audience, it enveloped everything in a comforting warmth. Even the deepest darkest corners of the world could be reached by what had been created by these simple, yet elegant, movements.