Violet glided ever so gently in the vast fields of green, her purple skin shimmering under the intense rays of sun, her hands caressing blood-drenched flowers blossoming from asphalt.
Violet bled from every pore, from every open wound. She bled until rivers were formed, until the thirst of nature was quenched, she bled until she thought there was no life left in her. But blood kept gushing out and she realised that maybe, just maybe, she was not bleeding death; maybe, just maybe, she was emitting strings of life.
Violet struggled to shake off memories of her past, memories of the sea and the dark lifeless pit. She looked up to find the star that relentlessly haunted her ever since that dark evening but she found its light slowly extinguishing. But still, she squinted her eyes and stared hard to see it. The light wasn’t strong, she still constantly found herself in the dark, wondering, bleeding. But contrary to what one would expect, Violet was not afraid for she had come to love the dark. She has fallen in love with the star, with apathy and with her bone scratching melancholia but alas, all was dimming so quickly so hastily that she struggled to hold on to the last thread, the last hope of death and the last spark of beauty. Violet was afraid. She was afraid of the light and what might come with it. She dreaded her skin turning from vibrant purple to a dull shade of grey, she dreaded the healing of her wounds and the vanishing of her memories. But above all, nothing brought terror to her soul like the thought of losing magic for she doesn’t know how survive without it. She fed on it and made the world bearable through it.
But one day, amidst the turmoil of her seemingly dull life, V stood on top of a mountain hill and opened her arms wide. The wind flew past her and splattered her blood all over the sleeping city, she saw the sun rises and she heard church bells ring and the sky suddenly turned from a dark blue to saturated hues of red and orange. She saw magic. You can say that it was then that she realised she will never lose magic for magic wasn’t in her, magic existed in the world around her so as long as she trained her eyes to see it she could never lose it. And she realised, violet realised, that she herself were in no doubt, pure magic.
Maybe, just maybe, Violet was ready again for another sun, another meteor shower, another sparkling sky full of beaming lights. Violet was ready, and all the rest would be magic.