New Reality?

Magic happened. But not all at once.

Reality was gone. Or reborn, depending on who you were talking to.

Flickers here and there. Signs. Beautiful, yet mischievous.

Many who had, abused it. Sociopaths? No. Bad people? Opinions, opinions.

But destruction was inevitable, and beautiful. Crystalized water. Thundering colors of plants dancing in the rain.

Moutains crashing in the reflection of your golden pink sunglasses carved from the sunset.

Beautiful.

You walk on the ceiling of your mansion. You wonder how you got there.

You wonder how to get down.