...The world really could be at your fingertips.

<p>The world was solid; it was reflecting but ever changing and suddenly adapting. no one every truly knows what is to come next or how to expect more or rather less. <br/>it's a cruel beautiful world beyond the rose glass window panes but in a way its always a hard swallowed truth.<br/>she knew this; she always did just like every other insignificant creature born; another bleak statistic riding in the wind and yet her story is told... and yet she is OUR protagonist.<br/>she's looking out the window when she sees true life for the very first time; she's so small and curled up like a grape in the arms of a vine withought the slightest concise effort of herself to crawl just yet but this is her. outside the window is a dusky world of scarlet encroaching stars and dapples of bright white like paint sprayed across a canvas. the shades darken and dazzle and with every blink life becomes darker; consciousness becomes limpid and harder and then thus is sleep. <br/>awareness in this world is of dusky chocolate and sanguine blushing cherrys with with sprinkles of white ethir bitter sour salt or sugar and this was only the beginning. <br/>she grows up strong made out of hard stuff literally even though inside of her Insidious shell if of softer flesh fragile like thin wisps of cotton; she has eyes like pastel salmon crystals, diamonds, or a bastard of sweet sugar glass with the world in her eyes; her mood is caprious like the cold mineral color sea swirling in abject storms with free wind as her guides. <br/>it's a concious but not all entirely concious being in of itself but it is what it is and this is her world. a young God not yet born and fresh bled into her colors and being; a future growing phantom of her ending paragon.</p>