She danced. She danced barefoot in the summer grass, racing through the crests and valleys with all the character of a black-and-white photo.

The sun greeted her. The breeze welcomed her, and the greenery supported her. Forests laughed at her approach.

Fellow humans, however, paid no heed to the flowing body of silk rushing through the fields.

Her limbs carved patterns in the air like wings, sunbeams glancing off the smooth skin. Dew was honored to grace the feet of one like her.

Fellow humans, however, disregarded the existence of the deliriously joyful creature.

Clouds parted just to take a look at her; birds settled down in the recesses of tree branches and groves to watch.

Fellow humans, however, did not care.

And neither did she.