She was balancing on the edge of the cliff, a little dowle of scarlet-red feather. All alone and frightened among the cold rough rocks − yet unwilling to back off. Comme on, let`s do it one more time…

One step after another... A sudden gust of wind almost blew her away right into the gaping jaws of the abyss. She stood still. She could feel beads of sweat running to the beat of her shallow breathing, the mocking trembling song of echo still ringing in her ears. Far below she saw the sharp fangs of cliffs in the misty ravine. The abyss was staring back and waiting for her to make a wrong move. But the girl picked up her silk skirts and started dancing again. She must overcome her fear. She had to.

A multi-faced monster, much more terrifying than a hollow grin of the deep was waiting for her tonight. She had to please it with her dance, sacrifice herself to the insatiable need of the audience. That`s why she kept coming on the cliff every single day, to practice on the verge of death – completely unaware that her every move was being stared at.

So passionate was her dance that it woke up a giant troll from its petrified sleep. Every morning he looked out for her tiny figure in the stones. Her every gesture made cold stones get warmer and warmer. A huge palm she was dancing on was holding her carefully and never let the girl get too close to a dangerous edge. Every day he was waiting – waiting for that little scarlet flower to bloom in his ugly stone hands.