Neyzi

In 3025, Neizi slips into the transparent emptiness of a white sheet, watching it from the inside. Her hands reach out on their own to fill this space with golden patterns of light. Lines pour out in magical hieroglyphs, settling on the surface. The smoothness pulses with memories. Words break from her lips and fly far away, glancing one last time into her huge blue eyes. Her heart beats in time, like a typewriter, keeping the rhythm of every sound rising from the depths as a groaning echo. Along the edges, her memory cracks a little. Neizi closes and opens her eyes, feeling the gentle breath of a light breeze again, softly touching her golden hair. The girl keeps whispering and whispering. From beneath her pen, words flow in torrents—words resurrected from nowhere in a single instant. They came back to be born again, and gazes— barely audible, entwined in a quiet murmur—fused silently. That light kept pouring and pouring, shimmering. It rang out and battered like a white bird. From word to word, inspiration…