She danced and spiraled amongst a swirl of colors, each shade unique and different. They reflected off her body, into the whirlwind and back. She was the caterpillar and the colors were her cocoon, morphing and shaping her with their dazzling light and constant rebounding.

She had a name. A name as old as forever but young like a sprouting bud. Her father is Time and her mother is Nature. She was beautiful, her meaning constantly changing just as herself, basking in the colors of the universe.

She...was Life.

She was Life in all her glory. Both the good and the bad, neither outweighing the other, in constant balance. She was that spark, that will, that determination that drives all living things. She was stubborn and wonderful. She breathed in the universe and exhaled the colors, forever helping her change.

She danced, and in her wake whole galaxies sprouted, creating endless new possibilities for endless new life.

She was the Giver, but also the Destroyer.

She was the spark that ignited the soul, but she could easily snatch back that spark she gave, leaving the unlucky soul cold and dead. She was moody, constantly fluctuating between the colorful Giver and the chaotic Destroyer.

The colors would lose their luster, becoming black and grey. Her dance would become twisted and dark, all the joy bleeding from her steps as her twin Death appeared.

Water and fire, black and white, beauty and hideousness, Life and Death forever in balance.

Then the colors would spring back in bloom as her dress made of the cosmos would billow out behind her and she would continue on dancing, giving and taking as she pleased.

The embodiment of Life, forever wrapped in her cocoon as she danced through the universe.