The woman in the white dress stood still in the dark room, her silhouette illuminated by a single beam of light that trickled in through the window panes.
The room was silent and still, but the woman’s mind was racing with thoughts and emotions that she couldn’t quite comprehend.
Her eyes scanned the room, searching for something, anything to anchor her to reality. But all she could see was the darkness that surrounded her, enveloping her like a cloak. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil within.
And then, as if by magic, a soft breeze wafted in from the open window, carrying with it the sweet scent of jasmine. The woman smiled, feeling a sense of peace and calm wash over her. She knew that she was not alone in the darkness, and that there was always a glimmer of hope, no matter how small.
Dancer Lives 
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