Step one, turn, step two. Golden sparks followed in their trail.
A ritual like no other. Love pulled into full manifestation, in this hall, before all these people, bearing witness to the creation of something new.
The dancers, blindfolded, swept through the ballroom. Caution to the wind, gowns flowing. They saw nothing yet moved as though they were fully aware. Guided by sound.
It neared the end. All things temporary. They had a purpose. A fruit. A requirement for the creation of a new star system. Their world was dying, due to the foolishness of their own construction. They needed escape.
Someone would have to consume it. Unfortunately. Giving their own lives for the rest of their people. The creation needed life forces. And they were no longer willing to sacrifice the lives of their lambs.