soul leaving(4)
Something sparkled, something else had changed, black contours somewhere else have changed their shape and created a visible contrast on a white background.
After such a show, everything started to gradually get back to normal, slowly merging with the rights colors and shapes.
Gently meeting with the ground again, not realising that she started to levitate. Or maybe got used to it that she stopped caring already? She wasn’t sure, so she couldn’t say it unequivocally.
There was a single piece of a material with a checked pattern in her hand, probably from some kind of bandanna. Staring for awhile, the wind stroke her hair, waving her long hair in the world, where dawn was slowly approaching. What she managed to do for this concept, and what she couldn’t? What should she improve next time? Was there even any way to make such tranquil beings more happy?