Starlight Blaze

Destruction I: You broke my phone!

Flames danced hungrily around her, devouring everything in their path. The air was thick with the acrid scent of burning debris, and the fiery orange and crimson hues painted an apocalyptic canvas. The starlight sky above was a dark expanse adorned with countless glittering points of light, creating a celestial tapestry that stretches as far as the eye can see. Then, her hazy eyes widened, as seven stars glowed into perfect shapes, connecting in white to form a constellation. The Big Dipper. The stars from the Big Dipper shot down upon her. She extended her arms, as if she were being controlled by invisible strings, and the Big Dipper materialized

Then, She herself became a focal point of the inferno. Her form began to emit a fiery radiance, bathing her in a surreal, warm glow. It was as if she had metamorphosed into an embodiment of the very flames that surrounded her. The flames did not consume her; they were an extension of her very being, just as the stars and galaxies around her were.

She couldn't move. She just couldn't move, she couldn't feel her limps. She couldn't even blink. As she descended through the flames and stars, her surroundings blurred into a mesmerizing spectacle. Amidst the fiery and starlit turmoil, she glimpsed a silhouette—an ethereal goddess-like figure. This entity, cloaked in blinding, incandescent light, bore a striking resemblance to herself but exuded an aura of divine power and authority. She reached out toward the figure. Her fingertips grazed the deity of flames, and before she could register any feeling whatsoever,

Her eyes jolted open, her body shot into a sitting position in just a jolty motion that it sent her head spinning. It took several moments for her vision to come into perspective. When it did, the first thing she saw was her fist, clenching something so hard her knuckles were white. She unfurled her fingers surprised at the amount of effort it took to do so. A small marble had stamped its shape into her skin. But, it wasn't any old marble. It seemed to change color in the light. From red to saffron to gold. Like it had flames entrapped within it. It was warm in her palm and glowed like a tiny sun. It was mesmerizing. She stared at it for several minutes before looking around. She was sitting in her bed, her warm toasty bed, her bedding made perfectly: the duvet, the pillows, the cushions. Just how she liked it. The room was dark and early, the sky out her window was still asleep. Even from the darkness, you could tell this room belonged to a perfectionist and a rich kid. From the very classic pieces, such as her antique standing oval mirror and the canopy style four poster bed. Looming over her meticulously organized desk was a cork board with past certificates and awards displayed on it. Her desk itself was covered in trophies and rest of the room's space was taken up by shelves upon shelves of books, organized by author, color, She had a large open wardrobe that smelled like leather, mothballs and Clinique happy. She's stashed all her satin nightgowns and grubby cricket clothes in wicker pull out baskets, and her shirts and dresses hung in neat rows, arranged according to color and 11 other categories which included "everyday use" and "fancy". Being in her closet was like being in a shop. In fact, being in her room was like being in one of those display cases at high end malls.

Her nimble finger switched off the alarm on her ice-cube of a phone before it even rang, stretching deeply. Gingerly, tip toeing against the ice cold bedroom floor, she made a beeline for her bathroom. The bright bulbs gave her skin a healthy golden glow, porcelain and tinted with hues of rose, giving her a delicate and radiant complexion despite two weeks just spent in the south of France, a last relaxing trip before embarking onto her college journey. She observe her reflection in their mirror as the toothbrush formed at her mouth, assessing the damage form last night's sleep. She was of a tall, athletic yet soft build. She had bright bluebell eyes and shoulder-length bronze hair, a luscious shade of  brown, a testament to her natural charm.

Yet, even after fourteen days of interrupting her morning routine, her body was on auto-pilot as she undressed and stepped into the shower, her thoughts drifting as soon as she switched on the hot water. A full face of makeup on her first day at college would seem like she was trying too hard, but maybe moisturizer and mascara would be enough? And she definitely needed her trusty lip balm.