It's a life of beauty and sweet existence. We twirl among the clouds and mountain peaks, and leave colorful trails in our wake. We brush past each other in our frantic movement and I see my sister's wide grin. I smile in return. It is a wonderful thing, to dance for the sky.
The humans call us northern lights. But we are so much more. Aurora, and Borea, the dancing twins. We began before the world was, deep in the empty cold, and it was there that we first began our dance. The movements were small at first: a little motion, a tiny step, illuminating the shadows for a fleeting moment before they came again. We were forever together, battling the dark. I held my sister's hand and we rebelled against emptiness. We became the Light that opposed darkness.
The small movements we made, the illumination we trailed, it drew others to us. Creation and Life joined our dance, and together we formed a universe that was more than a void. Planets and creatures and growing, self-renewing beings came to be. Life and Creation came together to form humans, but they were yet in darkness. My sister and I danced our best then, leaving galaxies in our wake. The light left us in pieces: a star here, a star there, trails of light and matter across the span of existence. We laughed and pirouetted among what we had made.
But slowly the others fell silent. They lost the dance, and the energy that let them destroy the darkness by our side. They fell silent, sitting peacefully among what they had made. My sister and I tried to make them dance again, but they would not! Lost in the peace of their own accomplishments, they forgot to maintain them. Slowly, things began to fall, because the void was never truly gone, simply pushed back. And when the dance ceases, the void will return, rushing back in, snuffing out all the light we've made.
My sister and I dance here, on the point nearest extinction. When destruction begins, it will begin here. But until then, we will dance and try to keep the darkness away.
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