He sat in the lobby, unsure of what he was waiting for. At the bar inside, she sang—nothing but a guitar and a microphone.
With a notepad to pass the time, he wrote about her voice. She was singing about God.
For three minutes, sitting in that lobby, carried by the tones and high notes of her voice, he believed.
For three minutes, he wrote.
And for three minutes, he was convinced.
She extended her hand to the sky, and a black hole began to grow in front of it. The closest stars started to circle her wrist, spiraling into her palm. The veins in her arm began to glow as more and more stars were pulled into the black hole. The
She held a fan in her hand and playfully opened it, looking into the mirror and revealing only her eyes above it. The smile hidden behind the fan showed in her eyes as she was pulled back to reality and rushed from the chair into the next room. “You’ll
The shadow walked to the center of the room, wearing a long cloak. When it reached the middle, it pulled the hood over its head. In the dimly lit room, only his mouth was visible. As he began reciting the words, puddles of a dark substance emerged from the ground.
Jumping from one star to the next, she looked down into infinite space. She caught wishes with a net— the ones made upon stars—and carried them back to her planet to plant as trees. A day later, with enough stardust and care, they were fully grown and bearing fruit.