The most vibrant world, created solely in my mind.
I had so much power inside of me; I could do anything I wanted. I could fly, I could create things with my mind, I could calm seas of people with my will over magic. No one else had it. I could humiliate my enemies (then take it back and make them better than before), I could dress giant castle halls and ballrooms with this great power inside me.
It was in a world so vibrant. Giant Indigo Moons presiding over glowing cities, burning bright with their blue, green, silver, pink, gold buildings. The architecture so beautiful. Riveting towers and tasteful existence. It was a world that respected its natural splendor, but was not afraid to use advancements in technology in a sparse and glorious way. Shimmering purple lakes. That was the world I knew, the world I was from. It was so beautiful.
When I looked upon my world, at this view, seemingly on top of it all, I knew they all feared me there. For great power did not bring respect in all places. It brought awe in this giant hall; these people so grateful for the magic I had shown them. But in the cities, these fantastical cities I called home, it was not the same way.
I had a purpose for being there. I was to find someone... someone evil. I could have easily killed him, imprisoned him... but that was not the way it was to be done. Instead, I would trick him, foiling his plan without him even knowing. Teaching him his wrongs through his failed executions.
I wake up, in awe of what I have dreamt.
The most vibrant world, created solely in my mind.
I wake up, feeling my power dwindling.
What place did I just visit?
Who's body did I just inhabit?
The detail, the exquisite colors... can it really just be in my mind?
And if so.... if my mind truly did all this.... what else can it do?
What am I truly capable of?
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