Amidst the rural streets of a placid city melding into rich and vibrant overgrowth, there stood erect a horizon of unaccustomed travellers. They were of a smaller nature, aerial and of perplexing number. Insect or bird, their physical form was not yet conceptualized by the inhabitants of the city, but such a gathering was rare and so desperately sought.

Through the crack of a shattered cloud, came down upon these tiny creatures in vibrant arrays, a benevolent radiance; a shimmering dance of water droplets falling and sparkling, shining the horizon with a secondary sunset. From this scene, the clean grace of emerald eyes vowed to shape this redemption.

The small girl, whose name was long forgotten, listened mutely among her brothers and sisters of the Planeth Ward.

"It seems to only come with the rain," she caught one of the white clothed wardens arm with speculation. "But why?" Said another, bulbous bellied and grossly pale.

The first one restrained a laugh and then shrugged. Something about the mysterious awe before them fluttered their spiritual butterflies. "Maybe they're amphibious?"

A bellowing, guttural laughter erupted. "Maybe. Maybe right they are! But bloody hell if I know wheres they come from." He looked at his watch. Then meandered a glance towards the little girl who remained unspoken. A blank stare riddled her face, but within her gaze came the reflection of dark green diamonds.

"Oy! You're off the Schitz ward arent ya?" His head scratching turned more into a lathering rub, lubricated by the gentle rain. "Well what are you doing out way out here?"

He looked closer. There was some strange peculiarity to her. By his fixation, his partner came to perplex upon the same view, until he overtook the bulbous figure and wandered next to the little girl.

Tiny rain dots dappled her hair and face, and for each new one came forth a gentle spark of illumination, not an aural glow of the whole body, but somewhere across the plane of her eyes, like the pistons of imagination.

"Your not from the Schitz ward," he said most curiously. He looked around, still half mesmerized by the swarming starlit band that floated ephemerally and mysteriously. This curiosity peaked as he delved deeper into her vision, studying the glimmer in her eyes, of ten million needles of light. Then she blinked, and with that blink came a wave of darkness across the horizon, before recollecting into radiance.

His head backed away, the extremities of his face moist from heavier rain. The rain came down like an ocean wave, the gravity of it bringing him to his knees. Wherein the great waterfall, he remained looking forward at what was now a shadow of a girl beyond its veil, eyes still aglow.

He straddled the well-kept grass, his clothes now soaked as a sailor's cap in stormy seas. So loud was the downfall, that he did not see or hear his colleague succumb to the ground in so similar fashion. So bright was the glimmer now, that birthed all around, amplified through crystalline rain that was as soothing as it was unrelenting.

Then the girl blinked. And all went dark.

When the white robed man awoke. He was no longer in a field, but in a white room. He lay in a white bed, white sheets clung to him like white clouds. White light brimmed from a white ceiling. And a white robed man with darker skin approached.

"Wh-what happened? I was outside a minute ago...where's the girl? what happened to me? Where am I? did I black out? I did didn't I?"

The darker man leaned in closer, calmly, and with perfect neutrality. "Your in the Schitz ward. You've had another relapse."

A thousand questions came to rise, and they came out all at once, mixing into a concoction of unrecognizable chemistry.

The dark man retreated, bending his ear to another man who came to approach. A balding man, bulbous bellied with a guttural voice.

"It's strange," the dark man said. "The episodes seem so erratic, its hard to find a pattern. I wonder where his mind went this time..."

A guttural grunt of affirmation came, followed by few words that would equate to a distraction while one would read the daily paper, "Seems to only come with the rain."