**_This food looks so good!” I said, smiling down at the spread—warm rice, seasoned beans, salsas in every shade of red and green, a rainbow of toppings. It felt like something to celebrate, a moment to taste joy.
“Sure, I guess,” Glory replied, barely glancing up. Her voice was sharp around the edges, distant in that way it always got when she didn’t approve but didn’t want to say it outright.
My feet dangling—down, down, down—into the crystal-clear ravine of dreams, a beautifully malicious place to be. I wait and wait for a path to show, my future cannot be foretold. Still, I stay, wishing for luck I will not receive.
Wind breaks against slick trees, sliding down into the leaves. Looking up, breathing in, the wind brakes against my skin. Bitter cold, I welcome it. The sky drips like black velvet, down down into the sea. Warm damp moss cups my back as i dream of fairies dancing over my head....
In my minds eye, I see the light. Heavy and strong moving with might. Sizzling with power, growing in colors and size. Overflowing, coming down, power explodes dripping away, down the sides of my brain....
