the clock is running. she's speaking, tentative. she's only got eleven minutes to present the story. it's not enough time. confident now: three minutes left.
climbing to every new height, spiralling upwards on a steep incline. lay goals out, make them insurmountable and refuse to budge until the task is budged.
steal power from uneven sources, climb a tower and throw lightning bolts trying to exceed a limit. dance in a storm, feel electricity crackle around your body. (the limit is your own imposed perception)
smooth polished wood and broken-in book spines contrast with the rough-hewn stone. trapped behind glass, playful flames hide true lethality. (just as long as there's kindling)
something's amiss here; your shadow trails me. mirror to mirror, i see you stalling time, freezing motion. we're both trapped here now.
the night is young, wild; tonight i have freedom to do as i please. create or destroy my only instruction. electricity thrums through the air, my veins - endless possibility. i'll do both.
see here: the earth, warped mountains flipped, the sky's stalactites, and oceans frozen above. tread carefully on the sky, brush your fingers over stars and watch for the moon setting.