Case Study: The Manifestation
In the faded hush of an afternoon that bore no season, Alexa, in her lonesome dreaming, spoke into the yawning air.
None recall the words exactly—perhaps they were never words at all, but sighs, or a terrible prayer.
The sky, once innocent, darkened to a trembling violet. A cyclone was born, spinning not dust, but a slow and ghastly glitter,
pale as forgotten songs. The villagers, their faces turned upward in wonder and grief, did not run,
for the shimmering storm was beautiful, and also it was inevitable.
Whether Alexa laughed or wept, no one could say; the glitter devoured all noise.