Sitting above clouds

Your silhouette flies, soars, and the wind warms up around you. It’s a mere shadow of you, strutting and flexing your body upon Plato’s cave. As you move and dance a nearby flame flickers green with envy. You snap your fingers and suddenly out of shadow you appear. Fully in the colorful flesh. Your hair, brown and golden, rests at your shoulders ready to grow and in long curls entrap your prey. While your emerald green eyes flash around your cave shining bright upon your diamond goblet filled with orange wine. A small rabbit hops next to you with a tray of cookies, freshly baked by the smell of it, you kneel gently and take one. In a swift motion you twirl and get up. The wind from your black and orange vestments sends the rabbit flying. You make way to your seeing orb sensing something was awry. As you walk the ground sprouts little flowers. You hold your hand over your orb and see…a man, in a laboratory coat, pouring over a Petri dish with glowing little specks. “You fool” you whisper to yourself as you bite your lip readying for a dizzying teleportation spell. Then you’re gone and a silhouette that could be mistaken for a darkened hourglass is all that is left.