[ TT ] Re-Imagine

**Skye** 
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 Even though she only spoke four words to me, she ’ s incredible. That ’ s a thought that irrevocably enters your heart. She is, she truly is. 
 
 I have only met her today. 16 hours before I was in bed, not knowing how my world was about to change, only having heard of her name, *Paetra Skye*. Wasn ’ t even her real name, it was more of a stage name. A stage she ’ d been drifting off of. 
 
 Just a few years ago, the name Paetra came up in the news and in conversation weekly. She was something new, a breath of fresh air in a room inside grey walls. She stood for change, she stood for openness. She stood for light. She was a genius, in every sense of the word and more. No one knew what she did, but her presence showed all over. As if she was a magician - the greatest magician the world had ever seen. 
 
 Even though her whereabouts were always vague and she didn ’ t seemingly interact with any soul, she was there. She made the world vibrant. 
 
 Then she vanished, with the night, almost overnight. Her name, big as it was before, gone. The world had swallowed her whole. The impact she ’ d had lasted for a while, but not forever, and eventually, her name was lost. She left no trace. 
 
 The world remained. It still ate at us, the people that fed it. It grew even more dark, something that I wouldn ’ t have expected to be possible, but it did. A sense of dullness crept back, unnoticeably, over our lives until one day we woke up and thought ‘ what has happened? ’ 
 
 But we never did think that. 
 
 We ’ d just wake up like the growing pile of days before, and do as our routine dictated. We were zombies, closed in, in a web of concrete, glass and hopelessness. Above us the sky, as empty as our hearts. 
 
 I always woke up like that, too. After every single night. That break in between waking hours almost seemed like it was more alive than the dim times in between. Even though it was always the same. 
 
 And then it was *this morning*. I felt weird, there was something in my head. Then I realized that it was a thought. A new thought; what ’ s happened? It had been so long I forgot how that felt. It energized my whole body. But there was something else, that revitalised me even more. Something in the air, something fresh. It woke me up, truly, and I was a child again, wondering what to do about this newfound curiosity of mine. One of the bedroom windows was half-open, the morning sun shining rays that I *felt*. And I could smell it. I had to follow it, wherever it came from. 
 
 The building I lived in was the same as the rest of the buildings in the city and the same as the buildings across the world. The world had become grey. The walls of the buildings surrounding everyone toiling the bells of a new stone-age. But right now I felt different. Different from all that which was the same. I felt alive. The higher I climbed the stainless staircase, the more vibrant the world felt. 
 
 I coughed from the dust that had gathered and witnessed a spot on the ground, just a splash. I can only describe it as different. I touched it with the tip of my finger. It was wet, warm, but different. Or was it *I* that was different? 
 
 I was blinded by the sun and couldn ’ t see what was on the roof of my building when I walked out the open doorway. Forbidden to tread, but that was just a rule now. There I saw her. 
 
 I knew instinctively it was her. No other being could have shined so brilliantly. All the stories I ’ d heard years before, things I ’ d dreamt and felt, came together. She was quiet. I felt like I could talk to her, so I did. Everything that I ’ d locked away from the world within my treasure chest without locks, everything I ’ d kept from admitting to myself nor anyone else, it all came out in the open. 
 
 I couldn ’ t read her face, but I talked. The more words left my lips, the more beautiful she became, the more vibrantly blue the sky turned, and the more alive I was. 
 
 My words flowed onto the huge white canvass that was on the rooftop. It was a picture of our society, grey, dull, closed. I hated it. But I realized it didn ’ t have to be this way. I looked at her. Her eyes were on me, waiting but full of light, and I asked her a question, for the first time. I asked how *she* saw the world. 
 
 She turned around, towards the canvas. The sound of her voice talked to me in more than just vibrations. She spoke words that I ’ ll never forget. 
 
 ‘ I will show you ’
