[...]
She spins, spins, spins, leg lifted and hands held above in perpetual grace, as the tinny melody wafts in gentle waves of nostalgia, dancing on a mirror stage.
And then, dark silence.
[...]
The lid slams shut.
The music stopped and she died.
How mysterious and delightful! I like the tremendous contrast between the initial grace of the figure and its later death. I was confused that the dark silence came before the lid closing; does the music start again after that? This has a powerful conclusion.
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