A story about a captivating woman I know and care for:

      The city was dark and desolate, filled with vermin, decayed. She walked down the different lanes of alternative artistic mediums, listening for a place where her soul would find itself.  Empty dilapidated homes, homes that people seemed to have lived in though there was no sign of them; there were no misplaced lawn gnomes.  There were empty clay pots.

      Down a dark alley she found a concave mirror, she stepped into it.  The heavens rumbled and the stars condensed and exploded into black holes and gas giants, the Milky Way sped up its rotation, the sun became brighter, and the Earth was scorched.  Just the order of the day.  Then she stepped out, covered in a sunburst gown, her hair had gone from midnight dark to sunrise bright, she looked back in and smiled.  Just a smirk.  She walked up the dark alley as every step breathed new life into the cold concrete.  The sound of music played.  Flowers and trees sprang up from the cracks, more were created.

   She laughed loudly and from her lips beams of light showered forth onto the cold earth.  She flung her hair back and water shot forth from its motion, the streets flooded.  Two men in a boat, one wearing green the other a light lavender came rowing to her.  He asked her, “Which one do you think is asking? Which one do you think believes?”.  She smiled.  Then she awoke, to find herself on her knees, hands together pointed towards heaven.  All she had to do was ask, what music was playing?

- Life