Water that seemingly appeared out of nowhere fully enveloped my entire body, before entirely disappearing as fast as it materialized.
The next thing I knew, all of my clothes were replaced with completely new ones. My new attire consisted of a fanciful robe with a colour scheme that faded well into each other, an ombré so to say. More specifically it graduated from a vibrant yellow, to a neon green and finally faded into a dark blue at the end of the robe.
In addition to that, it seems beneath the robe was a high collared shirt of some kind that clings well to my body, very snug too.
Over my chest area I believe, is a small white cloak with golden coloured edges and crescents lined up along the cloak on both sides, oriented to have their outward curve against each other. This cloak is held together by an ornate silver clasp that resembled a full moon.
Of course from below my waist was navy blue pants and a pair of black boots that felt really nice and comfy.
Eventually I was curious as to what other things had changed in my appearance, as such I apprehensively walked up to my mirror to see what I looked like in full.
Once I got there, my body suddenly tensed. I was in a state of shock having seen my appearance in the mirror, so much so that I literally cried out, "That's me? What? What?!"
What reflected in my eyes was a handsome young man with a slightly tanned complexion, a golden-yellow iris on the right eye and a silvery-blue one on the left. I could not truly believe what I was seeing, after all, my eyes were heterochromatic now!
Not to mention, my hair was no longer raven dark, but more rather a deep sapphire blue that glistened under the sunlight.
I was unsure of what had happened to me, but I definitely wanted to change back, or at least modify it a little.
Thinking back to how it happened, I realised that water was the very reason why this happened. So, to test this theory, I willed the water from the nearest cup to come over just above my head.
With the mirror it was much easier to set its position. Once I was satisfied with its placement, I breathed deeply and closed my eyes.
And imagined myself. I envisaged my own eyed becoming akin to shimmering gold, my hair as dark as night and my robes a deep navy blue. With all of the changes that I wanted to have set, I released my control over the water above me and let the cold liquid splash over my head.
When it did, the water fully encapsulated my body and caused an apparent change in me. It was weird, since I had my eyes opened the entire time I could see the process.
The moment the water hit me, extra water somehow just materialised out of thin air and coated my body, then my body somehow also turned into water, before finally solidifying into flesh and blood.
It was pretty jarring to witness it but was also a really cool experience. And it turns out my theory was correct.
With water I could completely change my appearance plus with a little experimentation, I learned that I could completely transform water into clothing in addition to my own clothes too.
Which was a bonus, since it meant that I never had to worry about putting clothes on if I was too lazy to do it.
All I had to do was have a little water around, snap my fingers, then bam! Clothes via Aqua.
Ooh, I should trademark that, that's pretty catchy.
Anyways, all of this was definitely fun. But the fun never lasted as I easily became tired after having played around with my newfound powers for an hour, it was evidently and literally mentally exhausting.
By the time I felt lethargy kick in, I jumped over to my bed quickly as I could having sensed something strange with my own body.
And I was right. Turns out that using powers not only burn through concentration, but also stamina. Once fatigue from using up all that stamina kicks in, I was immediately knocked out and any bodily transformations I had were quickly dispelled by my fading mind.
By the time it did, I no longer could see, hear or feel anything. This time I had no dream, just pure, blanked out repose.
...
Under the veil of night, the dappled stars glimmered brightly, one could see them much more clearly in the countryside. They were definitely far more resplendent than usual.
And the moon, in all its glory was radiant. Its silver light showered down the landscape with pure luminance.
This light, late in the night. Pure and perfect as it could be was enhanced with the sweet singing of a feminine voice.
"As warm as the sun, as silly as fun..."
It was haunting and alluring. Joyful as it could be. The night was much more lustrous with this ghostly melody.
And that is exactly the scene a man in his hoodie was witnessing in his dreams this night, in the middle of a plains overrun with white poppies.
Confusion. Astonishment. Listlessness. He expressed them all in that particular moment, as the sharp sound of a lyre carries a mesmerising voice with an elegant tune.
The voice had an unknown lilt to it, clear and obviously feminine. Yet one could often hear the interjections of a husky, masculine voice seep into the song. Making seem as if it were a duet.
But the man knew that it was not the case. An estimated ten metres before him was a boulder, with its top having been cut clean in order to act as a seat for a robed songster singing his heart out.
The man could tell that the person on top of the boulder was not female, but a male with the strange ability to switch his voices.
That was when he understood that what he was seeing was merely a dream.
Knowing this, the man proceeded to approach the songster. The latter abruptly stopped playing his lyre upon noticing this.
Beneath the hood of his cloak, the songster's eyes shimmered brightly like a golden star. The man was a little alarmed witnessing this, but still he advanced.
The man's brows furrowed the moment the boulder was just a few feet before him, he looked up at the songster and asked, "Why did you stop?"
He had been enjoying the song so much that in his head he himself started playing along, but once he realised the music was gone, he felt a little empty.
The other party did not reply. He stood up and dusted off his blue robes, and turned to face towards the moon.
He held his hands behind his back and only then did he respond, "I stopped because I realised I was not alone. Unlike many others I only dare sing for myself and not to others."
His response caught the man by surprise, he was now sure that this was a dream. After all, the voice speaking to him did not seem to be the same as the one singing a minute ago.
He swallowed down his surprise and asked another question, "What's your name?" It was a rather simple question, typical of a conversation starter.
Hearing this question, the robed man twirled around smoothly on one foot to look down on the man. "Why should I tell you my name?"
As the other was about to reply, the robed man quickly added, cutting him off. "Come on, give me a good reason why."
The man took a deep breath and smiled, carefully placing his guard up, "My reason? That's simple. So I can know exactly the name of the one that captivated me with his singing."
He bit his lips, hoping that his compliment would work on the robed man. And to his surprise, it did.
"Ah- well thanks. I guess. Hm... Fine, I'll tell you a name to call me by. Better think of yours too." Hearing that the songster agreed, the man nodded fervently and started first.
"Call me Corazón. Spanish for heart. It's a pleasure to meet you." The songster was surprised to see how happy Corazón was, he felt that he was looking at a puppy rather than a human man.
Thinking of this, he smirked. "Call me Lune. French for moon."
They both smiled gregariously, feeling a sense of friendship blooming between them both.
"Nice to meet you." Corazón restated.
"You too. I think this night has been interesting so far. But we can take it up a notch, how about we play a little game?"