The match in the sky faded. The only light was the silver mirror.

The streets emptied – doors slamming shut.

A half dozen men in robes walked the concrete roads. The steps echoed.

“Cluck, cluck, cluck.”

The night wind flattered and flapped the men’s robes.

The men in robes came to a stop. Across them were a mirror image of men in robes.

Now they waited.

Huddled steps echoed and more men in robes came out.

Echoes came to a stop. The streets rumbled of quakes and shook and tore apart the earth. The street lifted off to the sky.

The men in robes took their stand. The ground as soon as it went black, it went green. The men in robes were surrounded by a bamboo forest.

The men lifted an arm to the sky and a leg stepped forward. A dance started to form.

And all the bamboo ripped off the ground. The danced continued. The bamboos unwrapped out of its bark.

Stones and sticks formed into Chinese houses.

The men in robes now surrounded by an red ancient Japan.

Quickly laughs and cheers broke out. Children ran around and passing the men in robes.

Their dance does not stop.

Children lifted their arms up. The hands released thousands of lamps into the sky. A thousand new stars joined the starry night.

An ancient beat thomped the earth.

The children left the street. The road shook and took off into the sky.

…

A boy bounced his basketball down the street. He walked the path to the park. He walked pass a group of Japanese men and women in shirts and pants.

The boy stared at the strange dance that was happening. An arm to the sky and a leg stepped forward.

A sudden light crash echoed out the park. Birds took off to the sky.

The boy forgot about the dance and ran to his friends to play some basketball.