Children think of all sorts of absurd things, what they want to be when they grow up, what the universe has in store, what kind of aliens are on the moon, and what secret agency their parents work for. A child's mind is vibrant and colorful, worth the whole world to their loved ones. But even so, there are the rare cases when instead of bright colors, it's replaced with a darker shade. Sometimes it's black or gray, and sometimes it's blue, but this time it's indigo. Indigo, what a lovely color is it not? This child was the one who had the indigo mind, spread out wide in their head. A child's happy place would normally be something that made them energetic and free, but this child was different. Indigo didn't have room to be energetic or free. Indigo was a safe color, a sense of security and relaxation. The happy place of this child is the ocean. But not like an ocean view. It was the ocean. Far out in the middle of nowhere, there was the ocean. It needn't matter where it was, for it was still the same body of water. Every ocean is connected, so it all comes back to the same place. In this place, the skies stretched out as far as the eye could see, likewise of the water. Overhead, it was gray and cloudy, dark with no light source. But it wasn't stormy, oh no. There wasn't a drop of rain. It was all one cloud, stretching out for what seemed like half the planet. The skies touched the water and vice versa, creating the illusion that the child was alone in a bubble of her own. That didn't bother her in the slightest. The key element of this location was the sea, the surface on which she stood. It was smooth and dark, reaching down to the core of the earth. It was never ending and magical, capturing anyone who lay their eyes upon it into a trance. Like silk, it's folded over itself in its timely waves, swimming about and merging again. The child danced upon this rhythm, setting the stage for a dramatic ballad. She swayed to the melody, her body taking her all over the world. She travelled far and wide with no other transportation but her two feet, yet she still danced. It didn't tire her at all, no, it was like magic, like a fairy had bestowed upon her this hypnotizing display. She twirled and leapt and jumped upon the deep waters, each time she landed a number of ripples echoing out. She made the whole world her stage, all eyes on her. There wasn't time for them to look away, there was hardly any time left for them to breathe. But that was all she allowed them. In her little bubble, she controlled the minds of the world through her ocean. They were owned by her, everything they touched was automatically claimed by her. She ruled the air they breathed, the ground they walked, and the skin they washed. Her movements enchanted their minds, and in this fleeting moment inside her mind—the world belonged to Indigo, and that's all she wanted.
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