Until I arrived. Stopped. And stood within the nucleus of nowhere. Alone.
Stars yet to shine.
Pure. Silent. Twilight.
A cylindrical light globe illuminated the white line highway, casting mystical shadows.
If touched, would it ripple like a bubble releasing liquid light? A flowing silk enveloping me in shimmering, magical energy?
Did I howl while metamorphosing into an undomesticated wolf?
Or weave wonders, riding my broomstick, cackling across night skies?
I just – was.