“The black dance costume she wore was actually an ambiguous object between “bodysuit” and “separation”: high collar, sleeveless, the fabric covering from the collarbone to the instep, like a second layer of skin dyed black; yet it left a hidden gap at a crucial point—in the center of the spine, an opening less than two fingers wide, through which three pairs of hair-thin black elastic bands crossed, like a minimalist “rope bondage” rehearsal, each breath causing the bands to sink slightly into the flesh, leaving a pale red temporary pattern. The rehearsal hall was bathed in a cold, white light. She first sat cross-legged in the center of the floor, then wrapped the fourth elastic band around her chest, pressing it diagonally to her opposite lower back, tying it into an “internal binding” knot familiar only to dancers: not seeking pain, but simply to forcefully pull her shoulder blades towards her spine, ensuring her arms maintained a “ready to take flight” angle behind her back. The black fabric thus gained extra tension, like invisible grooves carved into the surface of water by undercurrents. As the music began, she stood up, the temporarily added “rope” remaining attached, becoming an invisible axis of movement. With each small jump, the elastic band deepened slightly, like someone gently tapping her ribs from behind; during rotations, the crisscrossing bands slid against her skin, generating a tiny heat that flowed down her spine to her lower back, quickly absorbed by the outer layer of her costume, yet leaving a slightly burning tactile memory. She performed the “Back Kick with the Purple-Gold Crown”—her right leg swept back to her ear, her chest and waist arched backward, her hands forced to remain suspended in mid-air by the “rope,” her elbows bent like black lightning. In that instant, the fabric and the elastic band simultaneously emitted a very soft “thud,” like a bowstring vibrating in the night, and the viewer’s heart tightened for a second. Upon landing, she leaned forward, subtly loosening the knot binding her back, allowing blood to flow back to her shoulder blades, and a fine, tingling sensation rose on her skin, like sparks quietly blooming and fading in the darkness. In the mirrored wall, her shadow was doubled by the invisible “rope”: one she was dancing, the other bound by herself; the two shadows sometimes overlapped, sometimes tore apart, like a silent debate—who imprisoned whom? With the final spin, she suddenly slipped her arms from the self-made knot, the elastic band snapping back into her clothing, the opening in the center of her spine closing again, like a knife wound stitched up with black thread. She stood still, beads of sweat rolling down her neck to her collarbone, where the high-necked fabric absorbed them; the three pairs of thin elastic bands still trembled gently beneath her clothes, as if unwilling to loosen, still waiting for the next time to bind her back into the deeper darkness. Okay, let’s move on to something else.”
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