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Shadows danced from weakness, not from any rhythm. The dancer collapsed onto the cold floor, his muscles trembling from hunger. 'Get up,' came the master's bored voice from the gloom. His attempt to rise ended in failure. He was fed meagerly, treated as a living doll. His body was failing him. Through the fog of exhaustion came a clear thought: he could no longer dance. And what is useless is discarded. 'I… can't,' the dancer exhaled, his voice a raw scrape. The master stepped forward, his shadow engulfing the fallen figure. No shouts, just an icy stare fixed on a broken creature. 'A pity. This evening, the guests are expecting a performance,' the leader said with a malevolent smile, closing the distance.