i couldn't hold it in.
There is a boy on his knees, in a city street. The air around him is dense, full, like static.
It begins to rain.
The boys muscles are tense, his eyes strained shut. No cars pass.
The night sky above is normal, white and purple, patches of clouds and not. But if you were to stare, you might notice after some time that not only are the clouds moving, but that they have begun to spiral.
The boys eyes open wide. The air around him has begun to crackle. Blue and purple sparks fizzle around him, touch the rain and dance outwards. The color in the boys eyes becomes brighter. Blue becomes azure, and then the color begins to bleed into the white. Azure becomes Obsidian, and then Magenta, before coming back around to Opal white.
The Boy screams.
The sparks arc wide now, from raindrop to puddle, from rain slicked skin to blades of grass.
The Streetlamps explode.
7.9 miles away, a young man in a blue suit stands on a diving board above an empty community pool. His eyes are closed, and as he leans back, arms out, falling towards the water, his lips curl into less of a smile, and more of a smirk.
The lamps in the water burn brighter than they ever have, and the water illuminates, beaming like a spotlight to heaven. As he hits the water, the smirk becomes a smile.
In a car, a girl holds her arm out the passenger side window, and feels the air flow around her. She watches as the fine hairs on her arm bend and twist in the wind and the rain, and for the first time, she feels truly alive.
These are the seeds of scenes that go through my head over and over. I see them every night.
I needed to write them down. These are not game ideas.