You roll to your left, hoping that she will step to the right. Her foot wavers away for a second and you smile, but then she hops and regains her balance, and she gracefully begins to set her foot down. You have no time to escape and you can only stare at the foot of the goddess as it descends. You can see every wrinkle on her sole, caked in dirt and grass, and in arguably the strangest of final thoughts, you wonder if that will make things softer for you. It does, but not by a lot as you discover as her dirty sole slams down on you, her massive weight trampling down on your tiny body. There's a brief moment as she compresses you into the earth, and finally your body is crushed into the mud like nothing.
The dancer finishes her ritual. Ironically enough, it was for a funeral.
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