The four stars are silver-skinned sisters playing ring-around-a-Rosie. 

They twirl and twirl above the lagoon. 

Never once do they dip their toes. 

The breeze blows calm ripples. 

Suddenly, something starts to change. 

Abruptly, the once jovial ring of sisters stop twirling. 

The eldest sister starts to turn green – foam dripping from her mouth,

horns emerge from her head, 

her angelic face molds into that of a Hannya demon. 

While the sanity she tries hard to keep a firm grasp onto slips away,

she doesn’t forget to chain herself so as not to harm her sisters. 

A series of cuts emerge upon the second eldest’s back, 

her whole body littered with bruises, and blood drips from in between her thighs. 

Her body now a canvas dirtied with murky paint water.

The third sister is swarmed by cockroaches that crawl out from hither and thither. 

Her face shows mortification as giant cockroaches try to asphyxiate her by flying into any open orifices. 

The last sister kneels and weeps. 

She shouts at the heavens and begs for her sisters’ release from torture. 

As a sacrifice, she offered up her chopped up locks that were once

her long hair that touched the back of her knees. 

She scampers around her third eldest sister killing and scaring away any pests insight, 

she drapes a white cloth over her second sister’s naked and heavily injured body, 

and lastly, she unchains the eldest and hugs her close to her bosom – disregarding the injuries the deranged older sister leaves her with. 

Shortly, a beam of light shines from the depths of the lagoon, 

the stormy skies disappear, 

and the raging water lulls itself into a steady calm sight. 

A flock of white doves flew down from the heavens,

and gifted the second sister a pair of brown wings. 

Before flying up, she peppers kisses on the foreheads of her sisters left behind.

The waves called up a school of fish to hide the third sister away from the swarm of roaches.

Just like the sister who left before her, she bade farewell to her sisters.

Dwelling in place, the two sisters remaining stayed where they were. 

Neither touching the water, nor the clouds.

Every new moon, they revert back to normal –

twirling above the lagoon.

Every new moon, they go off in their own separate ways.