Antimony: A Utopia Story I am dancing again. It is a nameless dance and solely my own. The trees bend down to brush my fingers as I lift them high. Leaves cast exotic shadows on my face, disguising me as part of The World. Dew glitters on tendrils of the grass around me and rests on my bare shoulders. As I spin through the jungle-eyes alight, feeling as if the wind could carry me up into the sky-the plants part for me, so I can feel the cool and moist earth between my toes. On my neck swings the alchemical symbol for antimony. I am The World. A new day has begun. Here in The World, we never sleep unless we wish to. I never wish to. The dawn of the new d
Why she doesn't have green skin?^^