
Paula looked at her arms to see skin start to shimmer, limbs stretching, shapes shifting as the weight of her old self passed like a wave. She soared through the open window, metamorphed, shapeless, but a sonic whole.

Paula looked at her arms to see skin start to shimmer, limbs stretching, shapes shifting as the weight of her old self passed like a wave. She soared through the open window, metamorphed, shapeless, but a sonic whole.

Paula revels in the ocean of space. Each star a story, each galaxy a poem, Paula’s spirit danced among them, forever changed by the celestial ballet. Her soul feels at home among the constellations.