Light streamed in through the window as he sat down to take a break. He played with the brush in one hand, studying the new painting.
One of the big ones—vivid colors, and still a long way from being finished. Just begun, really, yet already complete in his mind.
The details would come later, guided by instinct. It was already there, fully formed, on the canvas of his thoughts.
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.