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.
At a train station, he stood waiting in the cold. The last train of the night was late, and for once, he was early. It was a bright night, illuminated by a full moon high in the sky—no clouds at all. He wore a long trench coat and a
The door opened, but there was only space beyond it—galaxies, stars, and nebulae stretching past the threshold. She peeked her head inside and saw the door floating. Then, with a single step, she found a firm, invisible surface waiting outside. Carefully, without letting go of the door, she placed
He took a bowl filled with water. The time was right, the place was right, and the star-filled night was the final ingredient. Placing his hands beside the bowl, he repeated the words from the ancient book. The water turned to vapor and flowed into his nose. In an instant,
She sat cross-legged in a white dress. It was a hot day, but the shade of the umbrella and the breeze made it comfortable. A teacup rested beside a book she had stopped reading, distracted by something happening near the fountain. The green gardens and tall hedges were beginning to
Sitting by a rocky lake, staring at a sky that had begun to change colors, she held a coffee mug filled with beer. The water moved slowly in front of her as the wind stirred the branches at the tops of the trees. From the lake, a man emerged. When
The commercial started playing. A man in an expensive suit, seemingly unaware of the camera, walked with his hands behind his back. “Oh—hey there,” he said, suddenly noticing the camera. “Have you ever wanted your own Hunger Games? Or to get a few pals together and run your own
She opened the zipper in the tree and stepped inside. Within it, she meditated, glowing with bright light. She could feel the growing plants and helped them receive what they needed. The zipper had a timer, and there was only so much time she could spend inside. But one day,
The frozen lake reflected his skating, and above it the clouds parted whenever he passed beneath them. As his momentum carried him backward, he placed a hand on his chin and had an idea. A short distance ahead, there was a hole in the ice. He skated as fast as