Portals To Another World

Lost girls

*Hi pls listen to lost girls by Lindsay Stirling*
  

     The forest floor was covered in leaves,  the trees reaching for the sky. There was broken strings, coiling from use on the ground. Snapped pieces of wood worn from the fingers of its owner. Cobwebs strung from piece to piece, creating a glistening carpet. The air shimmered a blue colour, like oil on water, a hazy affect like gauze flung over the forest. It was like you were seeing it in a dream, the way it looked almost unreal. The cobwebs that tailed from branch to branch had come loose and now floating to the floor like glitter. Time stood still here. A tree almost about to topple, a leaf on the brink of falling from its perch, falling cobwebs hanging in the starlike air. The forest was almost celestial.
   
    But she didn't see this. Her body was spinning, her eyes focused on her violin, the glass around her was foggy to the point of being a cloud around her. But she didn't see this. She was too busy spinning. Her fingers flying along the neck of the violin. Her music spun out and crashed against the glass that enclosed her, yet the glass stood strong. Her eyes flick to the glass then back to her strings. Her fingers move faster and she draws her bow back and forwards with such a passion. But it does nothing. The glass never even wobbles.  Like a sharp fast note, a frown flits over her face. She squints her eyes, trying to see through the misty glass, she can only see the sparkling of the cobwebs all around the floor, twisting from tree to tree. Hanging in the air. Her clothes all tattered from an eternity spinning and playing these same notes. Why? What is the point? For who? Who hears her music but her? Today she'll change the song.
   
    Her fingers took a slower pace then, building up the layers of music. She would play for someone else no longer. The music clashes and springs back up in a graceful twirl, she kicks up her legs, flaying out her dress, spinning with the music. Dragging her mind along a high long note, the glass wobbles, sending light fracturing across her face. Again she sweeps over the chorus, letting the music entry her mind completely, feeling the notes and knowing that this music is hers. And hers alone. Tiny sharp fast notes cascade over the glass, making it almost vibrate. They lead up to the climax of the song, where all the layers merge into one. The music swirls up and up, growing faster and faster, she adds more layers, up and up and up until-

    The glass shatters.

    Pieces glinting and falling to the ground with clinks. Her bow lowers, but she brings it back up, letting the music level into a slow pace, letting it lend her bravery as she steps out over the broken glass. Into the celestial forest. The cobwebs break over her feet, lightly crunching on the leaves as she walks towards the nearest tree. Playing her song towards it, the leaves seem to change. They turn bigger and more healthy, cobwebs falling away and becoming part of the atmosphere. The music twirls and dances through the air, like northern lights they shine as bright as ever. The girls face lit up by them, knowing that she is now free. Another set of sharp fast notes has the fallen leaves rising up, joining with the trees once again. She dances along the path, spinning with her violin, but this time for herself. Jumping high and sweeping her arms out, graceful and delicate. Yet strong and unbreakable. She is no longer lost in a cloud of glass. No longer fogged by constraints. A smile spreads over her face, making the corner of her eyes wrinkle. She is lost no more. Lost girls always find a way. And so she lets the music carry her away.