Cubed

Mylo

The lights of Amsterdam shined brightly at five till midnight. A young woman stands on the silent bridge, Watching the nightfolk meander her favorite street corner.
Her ivory features contorting into that of sadness, she walks into the skies, platinum hair flowing underneath a violet fiddler's cap. Purple eyes scanned the sea of stars before her, Indigo boots 'clak'ing on stairs no man could see.
She took in the vast capitol of the Netherlands, smiling as she sat on a stair. she snapped her fingers and a large instrument case flew from the heavens. It hovered beside her, clean and white. She opens it, revealing an almost transparent cello that Was tinged an Amethyst color. a white bow lay in wait beside it. She carefully takes them out, placing the needle between her feet. She raises her bow to the strings and plays her first note. It makes a quiet hum that resounds through the city-but who will choose to hear the flurry of lyrical hums that began to accumulate through the connection of string to bow?
Her eyes, low and calculating, watch the horizon, as if she was waiting for something, someone to find her. As she reached a Crescendo, a mass of lights gathered around her, rapidly swaying to her ensemble. Their ghostly aura revealed them to her- dead spirits. They were happiest now, their life on this earth had finally ended, and this humble celloist would take them to the gates of judgement. A final note ended the anticipation. The girl pitied this world, for it could not see its own skies light up, like a beautiful Dream.
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Regan awoke to the birds chirping outside her white-framed window. She yawned, stretching her arms and tensing her legs. "Why can't I ever dream about food?" She asked herself groggily. The summer sun of Riverside, California felt great on her rusted skin as she ran a hand through her bobbed brown hair. She pursed her lips, dropped her hand from her head and, very dramstically, flattened herself and rolled off the bed. she trudged to the restroom in her small flat and looked in the mirror. Sun spots adorned her small nose. Below a pair of dark green eyes was a set of identical, small scratches. She sighed "Today's a looong day..."