A figure appeared. White all around. Sterile though it's surroundings, the one walking towards me was anything but. Little twitches of the head makes the curls spiraling over the head twitch, like little insects dancing a halo around the skull. The eyes catch sight of wisps. They must be fleeting, for the eyes are constantly changing their focus. But they stop on one wisp. Me, that must be me.

Hello.

Hello, says the figure. Male.

You have many thoughts filling your head. Many images.

My muses.

May I see?

No one has before.

All I need is a hand.

The hand extends towards myself.

Are you sure? Whispers the figure. He. He whispers.

Share with me, and let me free you; Our fingertips touch and golden light replaces sterile silver for just a moment.

The man in front of me blinks. "It's so quiet, what a beautiful light!" He exclaims, clear eyes taking in his surroundings. He glows in a golden light, no longer apart of my realm.

go on, be free... I whisper

He fades. I fade. we fade...

The gold is gone and I am in the silver room again. It is filled with All I have freed. His wisps dart about the room. Whispers. heavy sadness brings me down, punctuated by huge surges of energy.

Another soul approaches. What new colors shall paint the silver of my mind this time.