Lion Heart, The

I’ve written many stories about the Lion Heart and you may or may not have read this one.
As you well know, the Lion Heart lived on the beach at the edge of the world. It was nowhere near the Florida Keys, depending of course on which dimension you're looking in from, or out from as the case may be, the multiverse being what it is, the center of it is anywhere but not necessarily everywhere and it's kinda the same thing with the beach at the edge of the world because as with the center so with the edges. But enough of that.
There he enjoyed dancing. He danced under the stars, to the music of the waves and wind in the trees. Sometimes he would swim out to the edge of the ocean and look down on the stars. The Lion Heart wondered what would happen if he ever went over the edge and what was down there for him because it was different for every person, if you could call the Lion Heart a person. He thought he’d miss dancing on the beach on the edge of the world if ever he did jump off. After his swim he would run through the dark jungle and stand in the place where cool water cascaded off the rocks. He didn’t like the feeling of salt water after it dried on his skin.
Many times he would pile up sticks and make a fire. Other times he would pile up sticks and fire never came.
He would dance and dance. No ballet dancer or ballerina was ever more graceful than the Lion Heart, nor did one ever jump so high or twiddle their feet as many times. The Lion Heart was very happy there on the beach at the edge of the world.