I was at a festival and asked a girl for a dance. She said she’d dance if I took off the mask. I didn’t want to. She insisted on seeing my face. I said I couldn’t, not for her sake. She insisted I take the off, I insisted we dance - so we started pulling and tugging, we were practically fighting and eventually she took my mask off… and when she saw my face - she went solid as a rock. I was devastated; so beautiful and now so rocky.
The rocky follower still stands there, beneath the Bled cliff, once a year watches people dancing, and sometimes, just sometimes, on a rare occasion, when it’s full moon, she dances too. The ones who witnessed it, who claim they even danced with her, say that she’s not that bad, that she’s dancing pretty well... except that her stretch is a bit hard.