I was dancing in the rain when the sky started to fall. A bump on my head told me I had lost it all. Stars were falling to my left and to my right. Raising my umbrella high, I wanted to take flight.
"Do you still dance in the dimmest of light?" he asked.
"Only when the stars can't see it." I replied.
"Why is that?" he laughs.
"I've been cut once before by the brightest star. The northern star. You." I say dryly.