After putting her sketchbook away, Lucy looks at the quartz. What I will learn from the Light Quartz? What do I know about Light?
It's bright. It's harsh. It's soft. It's healing. It's hopeful. It creates shadows. Is Light being eaten by Darkness, or is Light piercing the Dark? Lucy mused. No. Perhaps it was dancing with the Dark. It would flare in the dark, playfully, and the Dark would flare in the Light, happily
The moons' shine caused the quartz to glow, softly as a harmonious song dazing Lucy.
When she blinked, Lucy was in absolute Light. To her left, and right, up and down. It was so bright. Lucy turns, but nothing. Nothing except Light existed. Even closing her eyes, all Lucy saw was Light. So bright! Why don't my eyes hurt?
Lucy holds out her hand, wanting to draw a bit of the light to her. It was fast. Too fast. Escaping her as she reached for it. Unlike Darkness, it rushed here and there. Lucy lay down, watching as the Light flowed about, happily dancing in the brightness. Active. Silent. Hmm, piercing? Yes. Piercing.
Light danced. Up, to the right, to the left. It felt soft but fierce. In circles, and making sharp turns. It flew while Lucy watched. Slowly, Lucy became aware of the warmth, but cool touch. Still, the Light neared her, brushing against her body. The Light petted Lucy, making her bones go lax.
Lucy closes her eyes. It felt strong as Papa but as serene as Mommy. The Light drew her mind, allowing no other thought but of it.
Light forbids secrets. It forbids acting. It showcases flaws, and yet forgives the mistakes, and pain. Lucy smiles, thinking of it. Light isn't so simple. While it's shine would cast away pretense, it could cover flaws. Yet it never allowed you to hide. It pierced deeper. Chasing, searching for its goal.
It was present in the Dark, and when you closed your eyes. Perhaps it was the most inescapable element of all.
No one could escape the light. Not even a Seer who saw, a Seer who heard, or felt.
Light was just like Dark. It was full of phases. A soft glow, stark light, bright, dim. It changed yet still was Light. How did it cover so much yet still be Light? Nothing but the Dark seemed able to challenge it.
The Light flowed around her body, rhythmic. Lucy lifts both hands, feeling it, her eyes drifting.
After a while, Lucy closes her hand, catching a bit of Light in her palm. She pokes it, as it rubs against her palm, and slips away. Lucy traces a path in the air, shifting, feeling the warmth, yet the chilly touch of Light.
Time passed as Lucy plays, catching and releasing Light. Unknown to her, her eyes, and hair gained a luminance, even her nails began to shine.
Consumed by the Light, Lucy began tracing the paths she saw on her arm. After a while, Lucy's arm itches. Lucy saw silver light flowing along her forearm, forming a metallic shimmery tattoo. Within it, Aura Light flowed happily.
"Just like the Dark" Lucy mutters, her fingers tracing her new mark. Can I mold the Light here now?
Lucy catches Light with both hands, creating flowers of Light. Roses, violets, marigolds, tansy, lilac, carnations, orchid, sunflowers, and tulips. Lucy had just begun to mold mums when the Light began to ripple. She was tossed out.
Lucy moans, after seeing so much light, the night sky was painful. Lucy cracks her eyes and glares at the two moons. I wasn't done yet. I didn't even get to move onto to trees!