Theatre of the Mind

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>> 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚢, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝.

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Many dream for the ability to create miracles, to have your thoughts materialised at your fingertips, to produce divine acts at no effort at all but the creation of the thought. None such gifted people exist on earth, if not the entire universe, ...right?

On the edge of a distant galaxy orbits a planet, and on that planet are oceans, continents and countries, like our own. High above a city floats an artificial island, and on that island is a small town. In one of the houses, in an upstairs bedroom, we find our main character. An aforementioned 'gifted' individual, who believes stronger than anything else that this is not the case.

Curled up on the bed against the wall is a young Midnight Shadow, breathing very very fast. Just before we arrived, he had unfortunately mistimed the trek downstairs, and had to deal with the blaring consequence of such a fateful mistake. On his way down he encountered only the one living thing in the entire world that he fears the most - his mother.

What followed after was an angry shout and a bare miss of a clawed attack, Midnight fleeing back up the stairs so quickly it was as if he was never there at all. Now the footsteps are gone and all is quiet but the crickets outside, but Midnight is still on high alert - his past couple years of being alive have taught him not to trust his over-sensitive hearing and wait at least half an hour or more before safety can be assumed. Now he desperately tries to calm down, to slow down his racing thoughts, but nothing is working.

Just wait, it'll all be over soon...

He pulls the bedcovers tighter around himself and closes his eyes.

...Just have to distract myself...

Tonight is as any other night. This moment is a normal occurrence. And as far as Midnight knows, it wont change any time soon.

Surely, he must be the one at fault here, done something in the past to deserve such treatment, made a mistake he's yet to realise and desperately fix -- to be seen as a pest his mother cant get rid of. The truth may be hard to hear, but its nothing we aren't familiar with here on earth. This is a simple case of hatred of differences, misunderstanding, and ignorance of learning of other perspectives. His parents, as far as Midnight is aware, happen to have arguably the strongest critical and discriminatory beliefs on anything magical or unnatural or unexplainable by science or cursed or any other things he's been called. Ironically, its a miracle in itself the universe has condemned him to live here.

Of course, its not Midnight's fault at all for having such abilities - it came with him into this world, and is as natural and a part of him as the end of his tail. Let's go back to the scene and watch what's to happen - he's about to use them now.

One thing that calms you down, Midnight has found, is to imagine you're anywhere but here. Slowly, an image comes to mind. Green, blue, and a spray of every colour of the rainbow. He's in a meadow of soft grass, and it's a beautiful summer day. The air is fresh and sweet with the scent of the wildflowers, and there's a gentle breeze blowing. Up above, huge puffy clouds drift slowly across the sky.

Much better.

He lies down and stretches out in the grass.

I think I'll stay here for a while...

The moment stretches on for what feels like hours, and, upon feeling more at peace with the world, Midnight returns to his room, and the vision fades away.