You see a figure far off, shrouded in mist. The figure seems to be moving, dancing, with a dress flowing around her as she does so. The fog seems to twirl around her in ways it should not. Curious, you venture out. The area around her seems bathed in a purple hue. She stops her graceful dance and looks at you. Her face is beautiful and soft and her hair is short and dark. Her eyes are what catch you. They blaze a deep purple, the whites, irises, and pupils unseen behind the blazing light. She smiles lightly and beckons you with an outstretched hand. Her dress is white, form fitting, and covered in lace. You slowly walk towards her, drawn to her presence. Her eyes blaze like spotlights on you. The second you touch her outstretched hand your skin tingles and your mind is filled with thousands of visions that flurry by. Your future. It hits you like a brick and you fall to the ground. She gives a small laugh, light and bubbly. She helps you up, the same tingling feeling coming over you, but no visions. You ask who she is but she does not answer. She embraces you, and your heart momentarily soars. Kissing your forehead, she backs away, the fog starting to engulf her. As she dances away, you know you will never see her again, but that's alright, you had a few moments with her, and she showed you all the good in your life. You slowly return to your house, smiling to yourself.
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The Figures
FantasyThey're out there, among the stars, each of them different in their own right, each of them waiting...