And we faded like the stars above us, in one last dance

If I were to tell you that this is a sad story -- would you believe me?

If this story had a soundtrack you would hear the sound of a rueful piano playing like a lost dancer on a frigid tundra.

..and just as you began to believe me, our hero picks up tempo and dances across the fiery desert -- locked within a cosmic samba in which all the universe comes alive and shakes it hips to our rhythmic narrations.

Burning hot quasars ackowledge that we are not alone, as soon comes in the jungle-like rhythm of an inventive percussionist. Not to be forgotten is the wild heartbeat of the bass: thumping to the spirit of a curious wind.

If I asked you to dance -- would you join me?

This is the one where we all learn to fly in the end