Vast green field surrounds Energy. The sun is bright above it, with gentle wind blowing over the hills. Children run across the field. They play with sticks they’ve brought from the woods. They pick up flowers. They chase down streams of rain water. They find insects under the rocks.
A long stretch of path runs through the field. Horse wagons, merchants, and soldiers march on it. When it’s a clean wagon, children follow it and the horseman tries to shoo them away. When it’s an old wagon, children walk with it and the horseman tells them a tale that either scares them or makes them laugh.
Sometimes armed soldiers march on the path. When they march in the morning, they look clean. When they march in the afternoon, they look tired. Many of them are stained with dirt and blood. Some are carried by others. Children watch them from afar.
When the soldiers disappear over the hill, other children run off to the other side of the field. Energy lies down on the grass. White clouds float in the sky. Birds fly. Insects land on nearby grass. Wind carries the smell of sea. This part of the field is covered with yellow flowers. Among them, white fluffy balls occasionally break. Their feathers fly away.
The sky begins to change its colour. Birds disappear from the sky. Energy gets up, and starts walking on the path.
There is no moon tonight. Many stars shine above Energy. Her feet trace the path one step after another as the night sky gradually turn above her.
Several lights begin to appear before Energy. She initially thinks they are holes in the dark. As she comes nearer, they become brighter. Energy finds that they are torch fires. Two big soldiers stand by, holding spears. Energy watches them from where lights don’t reach. Everything is dark except around the torch fires. Nothing seems to exist where lights don’t reach.
One of the soldiers yawns. The other shivers.
Energy hears the sound of a horse carriage in the dark. The soldiers quiet their breath, and point their spears towards the sound. It is travelling on the path without light. Energy gives way to it as it passes by her.
It is an old horse carriage. It stops before the soldiers. A man is riding the horse. Behind him is a wooden cage. Another man stands behind the cage. One of the soldiers asks them why they are there.
“We’ve brought the prisoner.”
The man on the horse takes out a piece of paper. One of the soldiers reads it with the torch fire. The other soldier walks over to the cage and peeks inside. A woman wearing a dark dress is in the cage. Holding her knees, she keeps her head down. Her long dark hair covers her face. Stones and rotten vegetables are scattered around her. The man behind the cage stares at the soldier without a word.
The soldier returns the paper to the horseman. He takes a torch fire in his hand, and draws a big circle towards darkness behind him. Loud noise of heavy chains shakes the ground. It strips down a large piece of wall, and puts it flat onto the ground. The soldiers step aside. The men and the horse carriage go through the opened gate. Energy trots out to light and follows them. Soldiers watch the men and the horse carriage disappear into the darkness on the other side of the wall. The loud noise of heavy chains pulls up the piece of wall, which shuts behind Energy.
Inside the wall, the sound of the horse carriage fades away into distance. Energy stands on the path. Beneath her feet are cold flat stones. The path somewhat feels narrower with rows of houses alongside it. All doors and windows are shut. No light is lit.
Something cuts across the sky. Energy looks up.
There, some more. They are dark and fast, like shooting stars without light. When they pass, stars blink. Energy runs towards where they went. She comes to a clearing before a castle. Two soldiers stand near the torch fires at the gate.
Energy stands at the far end of the clearing, away from the soldiers. When her eyes are open, the sky is full of twinkling stars. When she closes her eyes, she sees many subtle lights of a different kind, shooting over the castle. They are not as many as the stars, but more than the soldiers who marched during the day. Open her eyes, and she sees the stars. Close her eyes, and she sees the dark shooting stars. Open, close. Open, close. Open, close.
One of the dark shooting stars stops in the air. It finds something at the edge of the plaza. Curious, it arcs down towards the plaza.
At the edge of her sight, Energy sees a subtle light curving its arc towards her. As it comes nearer, it becomes brighter. Energy opens her eyes. She find a woman floating above her. She is wearing a dark dress. Her long dark hair waves in the wind. Her sharp green eyes pierce Energy.
The woman narrows her eyes to make out what she’s found. It’s a small child wearing a loose dress. She has a pale face and long hair. The woman finds it interesting that this child is a lot thinner in density than other children.
With a swift move of anyone catching a prey, the woman swings her arm to catch Energy. Faster than the woman, Energy emits a flash of light that wipes out darkness. Blinded, the woman backs off. All dark shooting stars halt in the sky, uncertain of what’s happened.
Darkness returns. The woman regains her sight. Dark shooting stars identify a small object at the plaza. Energy stares at the woman as if that can keep her away. Then she dashes off to the path she came from. A moment later, everyone in the sky, except the woman at the plaza, chase her down.
Dark shooting stars are fast. It doesn’t take long for them to be right behind Energy, and any of their arms could catch her any moment. But when Energy turns a corner, they miss the turn. It takes them a while to loop up in the sky, turn, and shoot back towards Energy once more. So Energy turns a corner after another, into narrower lanes of houses. When the dark shooting stars loop up to change yet another direction, Energy slides into a small gap between two houses. She settles her breath, and closes her eyes. She stays still as if she is part of the wall. The dark shooting stars return on the lane. They roam around slowly, looking for Energy.
A seemingly long moment passes.
The first bird calls out at dawn. Soon others follow. Night gradually lifts. Excitement of a new day fills the air.
Energy opens her eyes. She smells moss on the brick wall before her nose. She feels damp soil beneath her feet. Energy slowly turns her head towards the lane. Just an arm’s length away, she finds a woman looking into the gap. It is the woman who tried to catch her at the plaza. When their eyes meet, a jolt of energy runs through Energy. She shakes. She feels herself flowing out of her body and into the woman in a vivid colour, and the woman flowing out of her body and into Energy in another colour. Their eyes are locked. The woman’s face is without expression. Streams of colours mix like magic potions. They speak of tales in a language Energy doesn’t understand.
When the woman blinks her eyes, it breaks their connection. Only then Energy finds that she is floating on the ground. She falls down and her feet touch the ground. The woman also places her feet on the ground. The sky has brightened. The houses around them show their shapes and colours. Like them, the woman begins to transform. From dark hair to pale hair. From sharp eyes to soft eyes. From dark dress to pale dress. Energy feels her transformation within her own body, feeling calm and poised.
The woman smiles at Energy subtly, like greeting a stranger. And she walks away. When Energy comes out to the lane, she finds that all dark shooting stars are gone.
During the day many people come to the castle. Some people come in a carriage, wearing clean clothes. Other people come with heavy loads of something on their carts. They gather around the gate. Soldiers check their paper before allowing them to go through the gate. They don’t allow people if they don’t have paper, if they don’t like their paper, or if they are wearing dirty clothes.
When there is no visitor at the gate, soldiers stretch their bodies and say a few words of curse or relief. With the sun above them, they sweat heavily. They drink something from a cask. Energy steps out from a shade. One of the soldiers glances at her direction but takes no notice of her. She walks to the gate, and opens her palm that holds a leaf. Nobody asks for her paper. She walks through the gate.
Energy sniffs her way to the darkest part of the castle. She walks down cold stairs and slides through iron bars. She arrives at the bottom of the castle where prisoners are kept. A guard stands near the torch fire on the wall. Several keys hang from his belt. He stands still, looking ahead. Energy passes before him, and stands before a lane of dark cells.
Prisoners are on the wet cold stones behind iron bars. Filthy smells of sweat, blood, urine, faeces and vomit are thicker than the air. They are unwashed, injured, and sick. As Energy slowly walks before them, all their eyes follow her. They can see Energy in the dark.
In the farthest cell, Energy finds the woman who was carried in the cage the night before. She sits on the floor, holding her knees with her arms. Her head rests on her knees. When Energy stands before her cell, the woman slowly lifts her face. She opens her eyes. Dull but distinct green eyes shine in the dark. She growls low, like a beast. Cold air trembles around her and one of the prisoners cries with fear.
When their eyes meet, the woman pieces Energy with her eyes. Energy is pinned by the woman’s stare. Something mysterious flows into Energy. A part of her flows out in exchange. After a brief moment, though, the woman blinks, and the flows stop. Energy rubs her eyes.
The woman slowly crawls towards Energy. Her every move seems to be accompanied by pain. Her dress is soiled with dirt and blood. With iron bars between them, the woman lifts her face, and opens her eyes. Her face is dirty, but her expression is calm. She lifts her trembling hand before Energy’s face, holding something. Take it, her eyes tell Energy. Energy touches the woman’s hand, and feels her broken fingertips. They hold something small. The woman places it into Energy’s hand. She curls Energy’s hand to close it.
Go now, the woman tells Energy with her eyes.
With something in her hand, Energy walks away from the woman. She passes before guard, slides through iron bars, and walks up the stairs. Closer to the ground, the air is warmer. Energy dashes out of the castle, and runs to the shade under a tree. Strong sunlight almost burns Energy. She closes her eyes and stays still, feeling warm and bright. Cicadas cry out all around her.
Energy opens her eyes. Strong sunlight hits the castle wall. Shades pool under the trees, where soldiers rest. A donkey with his small cart is tied to another tree. Energy opens her hand. She finds a tiny seed with a string of whiskers.
A gush of wind blows suddenly.
And the seed is gone. Energy stares at her empty hand. She looks around to see where it went. Wherever it is, it has escaped the prison.
Tonight, Energy is in the field. She lies down on the grass. Yellow flowers are shut all around her. Fluffy balls occasionally break off with gentle wind. When Energy closes her eyes, she sees many subtle lights of dark shooting stars. When she opens her eyes, she sees the usual stars. Open, close. Open, close. Open, close.
When she opens her eyes this time, Energy finds a woman floating above her. It’s a woman with long dark hair and sharp green eyes. The woman swiftly swings her arm to catch Energy. Just as fast, Energy rolls herself away. She stands up and runs. All dark shooting stars halt in the sky, and they shoot down towards Energy.
Dark shooting stars are fast. With nothing to obstruct their views and no corners for Energy to turn, they are right behind her in no time. One of them swings their arm and tosses Energy in the back. She is thrown in the air, and rolls down on the ground. Dark shooting stars pass by her, glancing at her along the way before making a big arc in the sky. Energy gets up quickly and runs again. They are right behind Energy again, and one of them tosses her back. She is thrown higher in the air, and falls down on the ground harder. A sharp stone cuts her knee. Dirt gets in her eyes.
Energy gets up again. She runs as fast as she can on a dark, uneven field. When they toss her back for the third time, they hit her so hard that she coughs out air. Energy leaps into the sky like a chick forced to fly out of its nest. But Energy doesn’t fly, nor does she fall hard on the ground. She falls down further, further and faster, over the cliff that’s abruptly ended the field she was running on.
Falling down, spinning down. Winds blow all over Energy. Time and space tangle together and somewhere in between Energy sees white light. What is it? She stretches her arm to reach it. Right then something catches Energy’s leg. It grabs it so hard that she feels her leg is torn off. It lifts her away from the white light, and sweeps her against the force of gravity.
Something holds Energy’s ankle, and it is flying in the dark. Energy feels a strong grip on her ankle. It has long nails that cut into her skin. Energy is held upside down. One leg is security held while the other just comes along. Her dress has fallen off. Winds blow everywhere.
Dawn breaks. Clouds cover thickly above them. Beneath them are towns, rivers and mountains. Streets, houses, castles, gates and soldiers gradually pass. They fly over a battle field. A large number of soldiers kill each other with their loudest roars and cries. Large explosions of firearms. Shooting of guns. Fighting carries into cities. Tankers on streets, fighter jets in the air. Bombs from the sky. Explosions. Screaming people. Many dead bodies with swollen bellies float in the river. Cities are red. Energy is covered with black ashes.
Rain begins to fall. It washes wars, injured cities, and devastated people. It washes Energy. Streaks of dark water run through her body, and fall from her fingertips. Cities are restored, developed, and densified. Mountains become smaller. Rivers become thinner.
Energy finally lifts her head to see what’s carrying her. It is a woman with a pale face and pale hair, wearing a pale dress like the colours of clouds. She is also wet in rain. Her face is up, leading the way. Her body is flat. Her feet are bare. One of her hands holds Energy’s ankle. The other arm balances herself like a wing. Her prolonged grip on Energy doesn’t seem to tire her. Rain continues to fall.
The sky darkens. They fly over a large city. Houses, highways, cars, bridges, street lights, and neon signs. Many tall buildings stand in the centre of city. As the sky gets darker, the appearance of the woman changes into darkness. Dark dress, and dark hair.
Suddenly Energy sees an image of a yellow flower. She looks around to see where it is. There is no flower around her. Dandelion, says a woman’s voice. Energy looks up to the woman carrying her. The woman looks down to Energy with her sharp green eyes. That’s its name, the eyes speak to Energy. The woman looks forward again. With an image of a yellow flower in the dark, and the moving city below her, Energy hears the story.
This alley is surrounded by 3 old buildings. A large dented rubbish bin is at its mouth. Graffiti fill the walls. A homeless sleeps at the corner. A group of kids bring their prey in the afternoon. Men exchange their goods at night. Ants, worms, sow bugs, snails, slugs, and spiders crawl in the alley. Flies, grasshoppers, beetles, bees, moths, sparrows and crows fly into the alley. But Dandelion is the only plant in the alley. She alone opens up in the morning, and she alone shuts at night.
The woman looks down to Energy. Their eyes meet, and Energy senses the woman is telling her something. But unlike her words earlier, Energy is unable to understand the woman. Next moment, she lets go of Energy.
The woman lets go of Energy.
Energy falls down fast, as fast as rain. Winds blow everywhere. Lights draw nearer. Sounds become louder. And just after someone yells “Hey!”, Energy hits the ground. Like a raindrop, she shutters into pieces.
When Energy wakes, she feels cold. When she stands, she feels small. Edge of her cotton dress flaps with the wind. It is dark. Rain has stopped. Air is damp. Nearby her is a massive plant, standing like a castle. Its jabbed leaves are sharp and strong. Its thick stem stands tall in the middle. At its top is a shut flower. Energy sits under the leaves where it’s warm. She holds her knees.
The sky begins to change its colour. A very big cat strolls along the wall, sniffing scent of the passing night. Birds chitter somewhere. A truck passes by on the street. Dews swell at the tips of jagged leaves. The flower, high above Energy, gradually opens. It is a yellow flower with many petals, releasing sweet scent.
Energy pulls its leave a little. She says to the flower, “Dark shooting stars chased me.”
The flower does not respond.
“One of them carried me in the sky. We saw wars. And she told me about the alley and the yellow flower.”
The flower does not respond.
Are you Dandelion…? Energy asks it with her eyes.
The alley remains dark even after the sun is up. Energy walks on the brick joint towards its mouth. A dark puddle of rain water seems like a large lake, upon which the blue sky reflects. Energy takes a long detour around it.
Street is bright with sunlight. It is loud. It is fast. It is colourful. Constant roars of cars shake the ground. Many legs in colourful clothes pass over Energy’s head. Beyond the streams of swinging legs, Energy smells a scent of soil. She steps on the path under blinding light. She carefully crosses the pedestrian path. Each swinging leg makes a swirl of winds. Each landing of their shoe cracks air.
A thick jungle spreads endlessly on the other side of the path. One particular kind of plants dominate the jungle. They soar high above Energy. Their wide leaves compete with one another for space. Their orange flowers are massively round with many florets. Their lavish scent wraps the whole jungle. Bees, beetles and moths hum around them. Beneath them is a thick pool of warm shadows. Soil is moist and rich in smell. Ants and crawlies crawl over the hills, and they dig into soft soil. It is their paradise. Because of them, jungle is. Energy sits on a pebble, and watches them all day long.
Night falls. Sky changes its colour into violet, and to deep wavy blue. Cool breeze begins to blow. Street lights are lit. Crawlies disappear. Some of the flowers shut, while others remain open. Energy takes her long way back to the alley.
The street remains bright with electric lights. Many cars stream with beaming lights. People walk faster. Footsteps echo sharper. Music plays somewhere. People talk, laugh, sing, dance, and shout. Waves of lights and shadow storm on the path, which disorients Energy.
The alley is cooler than the street. Where there is light it is dim. Where there is no light, shadows thickly overlay one another. Energy finds Dandelion shut. Unlike those in the jungle, Dandelion has no companion, and no competition. She alone spreads her leaves in all directions. She alone stands tall, and she alone opens and shuts.
Late at night, the sound of urgent footsteps echoes on the street. A figure of a woman swiftly turns into the alley. She quickly assesses it, finds the darkest spot, and stands there against the wall. She quiets her breath, calms her heart, and closes her eyes. She blends into darkness. The sound of her breathing and heartbeat fade away.
A group of men run into the alley. They scream ecstatically, swinging their arms, spinning themselves around. Flashing their torch, they find that the alley is dead-end.
“Are you sure she turned here?” One of them asks another.
“Yeah. I saw her.”
They run their torch on the walls. A bright circle projects a part of the wall unreally, which disappears the moment it passes. Foul smell drifts from the corner of the alley. They reluctantly examine to find it’s a homeless lying under the rugs.
“Stinky old man,” one of them kicks a can on the ground.
“The whole place stinks because of you!” Another picks up the can and throw it to the homeless. It hits his back. The homeless doesn’t respond.
“Let’s go,” calls out one of them, and they leave.
“We’ve lost her,” they grumble.
“How are we going tell the boss?”
“Don’t worry. We’ve got her details. She can’t go anywhere.”
As they walk away, the woman gradually reveals herself from the wall. Her heartbeat vibrates surrounding air. She takes in fresh air, and releases tension with each breath. She is wearing a dark dress. She has long dark hair. Her feet are bare. She sits down on the ground. With her back against the wall, she holds her knees. She rests her head upon them. She sighs deeply.
When the woman lifts her head, Energy sees that her eyes are green and wet. Dirt traces on her face. She wipes her face. She rubs her legs up and down. She looks around to see where she is. It’s a dark alley, with a dented rubbish bin at its mouth, and a homeless at its end.
Then, the woman notices a small yellow flower next to her, which has grown sturdily on little sands between bricks. Dandelion looks up to the woman fully open, despite it’s at night. She inquires the woman tilting its head.
The woman looks at Dandelion for a long time. She traces her strong stem with her finger, and gently touch her flower.
“You are here now,” the woman whispers to Dandelion. And she smiles at her lovingly.
The woman takes a big, relieving sigh. She drops her shoulders, and brings her head high. She turns her face towards the street hopefully.
One sunny day, a group of workers in green uniform come to the street. They spread large sheets on the pavements, and begin pulling the plants from the jungle. Plants warn each other with hustling sounds. An enormous hand grabs the bunch near Energy. Something snap underground, and the earth cracks drastically. Plants fly high baring their roots. Blocks of soil fall from the sky. Earth sinks where plants were. Underground bugs, worms, spiders and ants are thrown upside down. Among them, Energy climbs the cracks of earth. Everyone is covered in dust. Everyone rushes to safety.
Strong sunlight bakes the exposed soil. Fallen leaves, torn petals, and pollen scatter around. Smell of freshly turned soil drifts in the air. Worms and insects dig into soft soil. Large birds roam around and feast on them.
Plants are piled on the pavement. Pressed upon one another, they begin to wither. Roots are broken, leaves are battered, and their once-proud flowers hang heavily from their stems. Crawlies, having been caught among them, finally escape the pile and wander away.
As the sun sets, workers wrap the piles of plants in green sheets. They load them onto the track, and drive away. Birds fly away. Cars flash their headlights. Street lights cast ghostly shadows over the soil, where the jungle used to be.
“Jungle is gone,” Energy tells Dandelion at night.
Dandelion remains strong on a strip of sand between bricks. Her sturdy leaves spread in all directions. Her flower is high, shutting for the night.
Cold wind blows in the alley. The homeless brings another cardboard to lay under him.
Next morning, Dandelion does not open her flower. Energy looks up to Dandelion, and tilts her head. She walks around her leaves. She sits at the edge of Dandelion’s leaf, swinging her legs. The homeless gets up, and goes out to the street.
Energy stays in the alley all day. Sunlight skirts along the upper part of surrounding buildings. The alley remains in shade. People dump rubbish into the bin. Flies gather around it. A snail moves on the wall, munching moss along the way. A ladybug flies in, and rests on Dandelion for a moment. Energy wonders where it came from.
The sun sets and the sky darkens. Streets are lit. Cool winds blow in the alley. Homeless returns with a paper bag. A cat follows him. He sits on the cardboards, and eat what’s in the bag. He shares a few pieces of food with the cat. Dandelion remains shut.
As days pass, the sky becomes clearer. Air becomes cooler, and winds become harder. Workers in green uniform come to the street again. They sprinkle over the soil something smelly. And they plant many baby plants. Each day they grow, bearing new leaves. Soon they complete with each other for space and light. Their leaves are wide and hairy. Their flowers are twisted in pink and white when they are small. But soon they swell, and open widely like big mouths. Insects fly in them, but flowers don’t eat them.
Sunny days, cloudy days, and rainy days pass. Dandelion remains shut. Edges of her flower head have become dry. Her leaves and stem remain firm. Energy often sits on one of Dandelion’s leaves and talks about the places she’s been. Once, she was on the vast green field. There were many yellow flowers like Dandelion. Other children made crowns with them, and put them on their heads. Soldiers marched on the path. An old wagon came at night, carrying a woman in the cage. Dark shooting stars tossed her like a toy.
Then one morning, when a string of sunlight is unusually bent into the alley, Dandelion slowly opens. Instead of her usual yellow petals, white fluff appears one after another. As if each of them is a flower, they open widely around Dandelion’s head.
Like the yellow crown children wore in the field, Dandelion now wears a yellow crown above her white head. Wind blows, and it falls. Upon impact it breaks into many dry petals. Another wind sweeps them away towards the street.
Dandelion now has a fluffy ball. It stands tall, brand new.
Under the rectangular sky, winds play with fallen leaves. Energy plays riding those leaves. She gets on a dry leaf before the wind pushes it. It runs fast, dragging and spinning itself. Energy holds onto it as long as she can, until she falls and rolls on the ground. It takes her to the furthest corner of the alley, to the darkest corner behind the rubbish bin, and to the highest part of the wall where Energy can almost reach the blue sky above her. When she rolls down on the ground, she giggles. And she runs to ride another leaf.
Then, a woman turns into the alley. Energy lets go of the leaf and turns towards her.
She carries with her the warmth of the sunlight from the street. Her hair is long, her face is fair, and she has pale-coloured eyes. She is wearing a knit jumper and a long skirt. She carries a paper bag. Wind plays with her hair. She walks towards the homeless at the corner of the alley.
The woman gently wakes the homeless. She places the paper bag in his hand.
“God bless you,” says the homeless, without looking what’s in the bag. The woman smiles at him.
She walks back to where Energy is. She sits on the ground against the wall. Cuddling her knees, she gives a gentle stare towards Energy for a moment. Energy is not sure if she is looking at her. Then the woman looks at Dandelion, who is next to Energy. She gently strokes her fluffy ball. Dandelion receives it fondly.
“Where shall we go next?” The woman whispers to Dandelion.
A strong wind blows into the alley and it breaks a part of Dandelion’s fluff. Feathers are set free, and they dance in the air this way and that way before disappearing from Energy’s sight. Some more winds blow, which break Dandelion’s fluff even more. Many feathers fly and dance around the woman, some tickling her face, some around her clothes, some into her hair. The woman chuckles.
“All right,” she says. “Let’s go.”
She gets up with Dandelion’s fluffs all around her. More winds break Dandelion’s fluffs. They follow the woman towards the street. The light of the street touches them. With light, into light, they turn the corner and disappear into the street.
Energy looks up to Dandelion. Dark leaves spread around her stem. At its top, dry green edges surround the exposed core. Only a few fluffs remain on it. One of them seems to tilt itself towards Energy. Energy tilts her head back to it, curiously. Without a wind, it falls. It falls on several leaves before reaching the ground. Energy runs to it as it shakes side to side, played by the flowing air. It may fly away any moment.
The fluff is silky white. It has a stem of its own, just as white as the fluff. Its base is attached to a dark slender seed, slightly jagged like Dandelion’s leaves. Energy touches the fluff, runs her hands along the stem, and pads on the seed.
Fluff wants to fly. Energy wants to ride it.
Suddenly a blow of wind takes up the fluff. Energy barely holds it, but she holds it tight. Spinning in the air, swirling with it, Energy and the fluff leave the alley, out to the street.
The wind takes them out in the city. Many cars are on the street. Many people walk on the paths. Empty cans rattle with winds. Someone is singing to the music. Someone else is dancing to the music, gathering a crowd.
There is a river. Trees stand along the river. People walk along them. Dogs sniff each other. Some people run with strings hanging from their ears.
Trains pass loudly. Many people are in them. Inside the train is lit by lights. There are many lights in the city. Red, yellow, green, blue, white, orange. Blinking lights, beaming lights, moving lights. Tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk… Something makes this noise when people cross the street.
Winds swirl around tall buildings, and blow upwards against them. At the top of the building, they disperse. The fluff and Energy fall, not too far, onto the edge of a building. The fluff lies on the smooth steel. Energy gets off the fluff.
The seed of the fluff sniffs around. Is this it? Have I arrived?
A gush of wind suddenly blows, and takes away the fluff and the seed. Energy finds herself alone at the edge of the building.
She looks around.
Is this it? Have I arrived?
Sky has darkened. Wind has stopped.
Energy sits at the edge of the building, dangling her legs. She watches the night set in. Below Energy are city lights. Lights of neighbouring buildings, street lights, neon signs, car lights, bus lights, train lights. Even around trees are twinkling lights. They all look small to Energy.
Up in the sky Energy sees twinkling lights of planes and a few distance stars. Energy closes her eyes. There. With her eyes closed, she can see a few subtle lights of a different kind, shooting in the sky. Dark shooting stars, Energy remembers.
Energy keeps her eyes closed and follows the movement of dark shooting stars. She opens her eyes to see the city lights. She closes her eyes to see the dark shooting stars. Open, close. Open, close. Open, close.
Something fast passes before Energy. She opens her eyes and turns her head.
Something bashes her back, and Energy is thrown off the building. Falling down, tumbling down. City light spins around her until a strong grip on her arm pulls her against gravity. It grabs it so hard that she feels her arm is torn off. Her feet now sway with gentle wind. Above her is a woman floating in the air, holding Energy’s arm. She is wearing a dark dress. Her long dark hair waves in the wind. Her sharp green eyes pierce Energy.
Off they go again.