Pareidolia

Theme?

Mischief with a flare. No one was safe from her tricks. Games, magic, confusion. A playful hallucination here, a wild fever dream there.

Prismatic chaos.

Help, or Hinder? She had not a clue, nor did anyone else around her. Soft silk and fabric. Oh! How she loved it! It could win her favor. Or not. Morality did not bind her.

Not inherently malicious, or at least it is not her intent to be. She’d show off her magic - some would be scared, while others would be thrilled to see.

What was she? She had not a clue, nor did anyone else around her. Purples, reds, and yellows, oh how she loved them. Shimmering, shining. Teardrops adorned her wings, but she herself would never cry. Feelings were buried deep, where she felt that feelings were meant to be.

Not exactly a myth or a legend, but still quite the rarity. Most see other, imaginary things before they see her, and by the time they snap back to reality or awake, it is far too late. She has gone to her next playmate. Those yearning to learn about this being and her mysterious ways seek her out for clarity.

Would she answer their questions? She had not a clue, nor did anyone else around her.

Play a game or two with her, and she might consider. Soft silk and fabric, and she might consider. Purples, reds, and yellows, and she might consider. Mock her or her games, and her consideration will swiftly wither.

Prismatic chaos. She was nothing more, and nothing less.

by tombstones