Immortal beauty

The water takes the shape of a butterfly. It flutters its wings, as it flies above our heads. Then the water goes back into her hands and it’s almost as it dissolves into her right hand becoming one with her.

From her left hand sand and stone start to formulate. It takes the shape of a mini castle on the pure white floor.

Suddenly from the remainder of sand surrounding the castle, red roses immerge turning her eyes a brilliant green. I am dazzled by the strength, power and confidence this beauty before me is displaying. I watch even as the roses turn from a blood red to an orange, then to yellow and finally into white.

As I keep my eyes transfixed on the flowers trying not to miss a second of this display of power I look to see that she floating in the sky. She can fly too.

While suspended in the air, the wind begins to stir. Should have guessed wind manipulator, it starts slowly taking up speed and then disappearing almost as instantly.

She looks down and pulls the lighter from my pocket showing her skills of telekinesis. It took Robert 4 years to master that.

Then returns it just as gracefully. Suddenly she has disappeared from view with her clothes lying in the floor. She speaks and I can hear her voice right behind me but I can’t seem to see where it has come from.