Night and Day, ebb and flow. Shadow and Light dance across the crown of the continent and the dancing lady dances within them. Wanderers behold, she is not of flesh but of stone she dances as generations of man pass seaking wealth in gold. She celebrates in true bliss dancing acorss a canvas. across a painting that is perfected but never complete. She wonders if man will find it's place dancing with her or will they continue to pass by stumbling over a whisper and a lie.
