beautiful.
Cassie was once a quiet librarian, her days filled with the soft rustle of pages and the scent of old books. Then she contracted the mysterious dancing virus, a disease that turned peaceful lives into frenzied spectacles. At first, her friends thought her twirls and spins were joyful outbursts, but as the days turned into weeks, the dancing never ceased. Her movements grew wilder, her eyes more vacant. The town's whispers named her Dancing Cassie, a tragic figure of ceaseless motion. Now, she drifts through the streets, her feet never still, a haunting reminder of how fragile sanity can be, lost in an endless, involuntary funky dance.
