Valentine
You stand on the edge of an unfamiliar town. It feels like you’ve been waiting to come here your entire life. You can’t place the how, or the why, but this place is… comfortingly familiar.
You check your map once more – ‘Valentine’. A town wrapped in mystery. You put the map back in your bag and drink in your view – in front of you is a town square, a vibrant green home to a few scattered benches and an imposing statue. Shops sit all along the sides like bleachers for fans to watch the night unfold; a well-kept diner sits tucked away at the back. In the far left corner, the local watering hole ‘Drunk Again’.
You know how everything feels; how everything is supposed to feel… maybe it’s this weird, weird night.
The air hangs heavy- dry heat and moisture colliding. The sky reminds you of oil on water, rainbow colours streaking across the burning stars. “It’s strange'” you think to yourself, “that those stars burning oh so bright are already extinguished”.
Maybe tonight, the stars will come to life once more…
To your left is a thin street, scattered with poorly-kept housing. The buildings look worn and lived in – a lifetime of turbulence can do that to a home. A few scattered street lights barely illuminate your path, but it’s only treacherous to those who don’t know its secrets.
In front of you a hurricane of a girl spins violently beneath the town square’s statue. You can’t tell if she’s listening to music or not, you’re sure that SOMETHING is singing to her! She laughs, flailing wildly… there’s something so enticing about her that it’s positively magnetic, as if the sky itself is shining a spotlight directly on her…
Walk straight, approach the girl