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Riddled with confusion, depression and obsession. We are stuck in this god forbidding place. Lost. We are so far away from home. Spite the beauty and the mystery of this place we cannot help to feel broken and hopelessly alone. Its now dusk. The sun is gone. The moons are still so bright and colorful it adds streams of reds and blues through the sky as the stars pear through the colors like little flickering flashlights that remind me of the one Meg was holding when she approached me in the meadow. Broken myself and completely alone I feel so woozy and full stomach of regrets. I havn't eaten in I don't know how long. But I do not feel the need to eat. Or sleep. I just want to just sit and waste away In this place. I am staggered by visions of people I loved. People I knew and wont see again. People who I disagreed with. People I seen everyday. People I cared deeply for. The departed. the disregarded. I think of Jake. I think of Even and David. Then I Think of Meg. So alone. Just like me. Lost everything. Even more, she had things going for her. A bright future ahead of her. Ruined by a quick bad decision we cannot turn around. sitting now in the fetus position silently whimpering. Thinking just like me. But, she has never been alone like this before. I had some isolation exposure in my life. But never like this. I know she is dying inside if she already has. Its been hours since we spoke and were yards apart. It just shows the calamity of this situation.

I swallow my pride and I decide to approach her. I am nervous as if we have never spoke before. Its an uneasy feeling. I keep stepping forward shaking all these terrible thoughts of people I won't see again. I slowly move towards her not knowing what to say. I ts unsettling. But I must close this gap and make her feel less alone. It will be a beneficial action for both of us. Mutual gain.

I kneel down on one knee and I put my arm on her shoulder to get her attention. To my surprise she isn't crying. Or whimpering. I am actually blown away by what I am seeing in her hands. She is sitting curled up in a ball looking into a bright orb of a white light gently and harmlessly levitating above her finger tips. I am memorized by this bright light that Meg seems to be controlling. She just keeps staring into it. She turns her head and sits up still fixated on the light in her right hands. Brightly flickering silently glowing. I can tell she is concentrating on it as if she controls it. I can see The orbs reflection in Megs eyes. Her eyes shine bright with mystery from the orbs light as it makes her face dimly glow.

"I can make it change colors." as she says this the orb changes from orange to green to blue to purple back to pale white.

"What is that" I say cautiously

"Just light. but, I can bend it and create a source of it from by hands or body. This is quite intriguing. I bet there is steep learning to curve to this. It comes natural but I know there is more that can be done than juts create shiny colorful light bulbs."

" I thought you were still upset so I left you alone." almost ignoring what she said.

"I was upset until I slammed my fist into the ground earlier and seen a source of light illuminate from my hands flickering off the ground like a pulse wave. It doesn't make anything easier to deal with. But it certainly is distracting. What about you? can you do anything funky and abnormal?" she replies in a easy calm voice.

"No, not that I know of."

" I bet you can you just haven't realized it yet. Try tensing your muscles. Try thinking within your self. Its all mental."

I close my eyes. and I try to alive myself of my derailed train of thoughts. Its useless I cannot stop thinking. About anything and everything. I am irritated with myself. I let out a loud shout of aggression to to built up emotional distress and at the fact I cannot focus.

I open my eyes to find blinding white light emulating in rays from my body. Like the built up aggression inside me burst into energy and left my body. The light flickers and quickly dims and then fades out quickly like a lit match. This is something crazy. Something I cannot even comprehend.
It is quite different.I must say I can get used to being able to manipulate light. It is a definitive confidence booster.

"I think I kind of like this place, its different to say the least." I remark at after realizing my new found talent.

"This place is full of surprises. Its almost unsettling" Meg says as she looks out into oblivion taking in the foreign beauty of this place. Concentrated on the scenery and landscapes looking scanning looking for any trace of others or anything in general.

Its late, we have had one of a day. We prop up against the rock ridge like wall where the void mirror once sat and curl up looking out into this unknown most likely unsafe world as we try to fall asleep unsure what the next day will bring. We gaze at the colorful bright sky as we doze off.

I say one last thing before I pass out.

"Its not our meadow, But this I can deal with this." I say gesturing to the whole new world we have not yet explored