Making the familiar to unfamiliar.

A lone dancer stands in an empty room with no walls, but as it reaches the bottom edge, the room is filled with a sea of markings engraved to the smooth floor. There are many of it’s kind, all of them are skilled at what they do as there is a greater source controlling them and handling its body by wrapping its authority over the dancer. The bottom of the dancer is stood up on a sharp toe, where, like a ballerina it twirls and always keeps its balance. Across the smooth surface of the floor, the toe excretes a black fluid trail while it dances in patterns forming symbols lying in a horizontal formation. Permanent and forever there, the dancer has finished it’s work of art.