The Pinter's Ball

There's an image which has occurred in my mind, perhaps in my dream's too. A large, imposing ballroom, maybe of a palace. Guests are dressed in their finest, they dance across the floor, and as they do, they leave a trail of paint behind them. <br><br>But these are no ordinary dancers. Some of them fade away with each step they take, leaving nothing but the faint buildings that their footsteps have created. <br><br>Roll a 70,000 sided die. If the result is anywhere between 1 and 68,780, then you're one of the dancers who fade away as you move. But if you roll anything between 68,781 and 70,000, then you're a guest, presumably a painter themselves. <br><br>As the dance rages on, it becomes apparent that the world is being built by the footsteps of the dancers. A forest over there, an ocean here. <br><br>I don't know why, but this idea has captivated me. The Pinter's Ball. <br><br>What if the Pinter's Ball never ended? Would an infinite world be created of forests, oceans, cities and fields?<br><br>Which guest gets to paint the moon, I wonder.