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Poof!
White was the first thing to meet her eyes. As if she was suddenly engulfed in light. The same light she remembered that was associated with one of her rulers. Though it was so pretty to her soft eyes, it was also so blinding. It was beautiful.
Metal was the first thing she felt meet the grace of her hands' palms. It was so cold, yet so comforting. She could feel the fear surge through her nervous system as the hair on her body would stand up, alerted to the feeling. She would shiver in fear and run for her life if she could feel her footing. But that wasn't the case. The woman instead found this feeling to be. Good. It was, like the light, beautiful.
Air was the first thing she tasted as the pants for air left her mouth. Her lungs begged for the substance to consume her body from the inside. To fuel her of life and peace. Luckily, the substance was kind enough to keep her alive in this poor state she was experiencing. Tasteless and empty, yet so refreshing. It was just so beautiful. Everything about this moment was beautiful.
She felt as if she had been kept from the world for such a long time. Like a prayer had been answered after such a long period of time passed. As if she had left someone or something for so long, and she can reunite with them once more. She had been awoken once more.
It was so beautiful. It was the prettiest thing she has ever experienced. She couldn't help but let some tears stream down her face as weird noises escaped her mouth. It was like her body was begging for more air as she hiccuped for oxygen of any sort, but she wasn't dying at all.
Was this her voice? Was this her? Was she really here? Was this a reality? A dream? Whatever it was, she loved this. She loved everything about it. Because she was herself.
She was free.
Her eyes began to adjust to the room around her seeing nothing but the prettiest color ever. A shade of color she just couldn't explain. It was so nice to stare at, no matter how dark or light it came off. It had blessed her eyes like the air. Like the fact that she was alive. Her mind began to process while she stared at the color, like gears in a large clock. It began to resurface images deep in her brain that she couldn't begin to comprehend. Many things were shown.
A tree, covered in the same color that was adored by her. This beautiful shade. What was it called...
Pink? Yes. It was Pink.
Like her.
Like a Rose... Hey. That was. Her name.
Rose... Quartz.
Before her mind could wrap around all these sudden images crushing her brain and skull as she cried in agony, she was met with the sound of metal breaking. Opening. Who was this? Where did they come from? Was someone coming to help her out of this lovely room? Before she was given a verbal answer, she was met with a figure that contrasted the pink around her like a sore thumb.
This being was the color blue. A color that either was a companion to pink or yellow. A color that resembled peace or sorrow. This person who possessed such a color stood tall and mighty in front of the woman, whose eyes were still glistening from the escaped tears on her face. This woman had a periwinkle blue complexion, pale lavender hair styled into two pointed side buns that were white, violet, and lavender, respectively, plump lips, and violet eyes with visible pupils. She seem to wore a navy blue top with a high collar, a blue shawl with a darker blue collar-like pattern and a blue diamond symbol, royal blue pants, and white high-heeled jackboots that go up to her thighs.
The woman seemed like royalty, let alone important and off putting to the wondering female, still taking in the new shade of colors before her. It was somewhat an eyesore, but she never found herself having the guts to say so. As her mouth found itself moving slightly, air escaping but a small noise pushing itself out as well. The blue female's face had turned cold like her color, scolding, angry, before there was a yell of a strong but dedicated and delicate female voice, "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING OUT OF YOUR BUBBLE?! GET BACK INSIDE NOW!"
Back inside, Rose questioned deep in her own eternal thoughts. At least, trying to while the memories continued to resurface. She found herself beginning to panic at the realization that she wanted her back inside a bubble. Back to her slumber. Back to a world where she was away from society. No. That could never happen. The beautiful pink haired female found herself dashing right towards the gem in front of her without a second thought. Was she going to beat her up? Attack her? Hug her? What was going on?!
When she was met face to face with the woman who ordered her, she found her shoulder connecting furiously with her chest. The commotion was enough to knock her down as she broke Rose's fall. But this didn't mean she could rest. Not just yet. She quickly got to her feet to make a run for it. She didn't know where or what she would do. But as long as she would get out of here and not get back in a "bubble" again, she would be happy. She would feel safe. She ran as fast as she could, sirens of warning, blasting inside her ears with every step she dared to take. This sound. It was deafening. She wanted it to stop. She wanted an explanation. She wanted answers. She need answers.
When she was met with the flashes of red and blue, she immediately sympathized with the colors. Anger. Confusion. Aggravation. Sadness. Sorrow. Depression. These were the emotions she went through as well. All three of them were so controlled by the madness around them, switching places in a quick pattern. Mood swings. She was going through them too. She wanted to disappear like the desperate colors around her body. The colors that painted the huge room for a split second. Red. Blue. Red. Blue. Red. Blue... But down the hall, there was another color. One she remembered for a second but not as well as the others. One associated with warmth. Comfort. Sweetness. Safety.
The color of orange.
An orange room.
Just the sight of such was enough to make Rose's lips curl upward into a weak smile as the pants continued to escape her body suddenly. She dashed immediately inside, feeling a button grace her fingers on the wall. One she didn't waste anytime to touch. This was enough to make the door behind her close and lock automatically. She felt safe. But not safe enough. She soon dashed towards the control panel out of instinct, only to immediately become confused and scared at the sight she had seen. All these buttons. All the complex options she could make. What in the world was she supposed to press? Where was she supposed to go? What would she do now? Then it happened again. Her hands began to move as if she was being controlled on their own. Right. Left. Red button. Blue button. Arrow, the right one. Upward arrow. And then the bigger red button.
She did it?
A screen began to lighten up, revealing she had set coordinates to a world. Was it her place of solitude? Would she be safe from this "bubble" there? Hopefully. The world she was set to land upon was.
Earth.
In a matter of seconds, everything in the room found itself turning black. Colors began to attack the eyes of the pink female, who found herself slamming to the back of the ship at light speed. Red. Yellow. Blue. Orange. Green. Purple. White. What was this? What was happening? Why did this hurt so much and why was her vision getting so blurry? She was beginning to lose oxygen, begging for air to reach her throat and save her from this horrific scene. But all that escaped her eyes were tears. Tears that floated in the room like frozen rain drops. She wanted help. She needed help. As she began to lose consciousness, her mind played so many things to her.
A forest.
A rose.
A man.
A woman...
A boy...
Named Steven...
Steven...
"... Yeah! Guys, come quick! This is so crazy!... I wonder what's in here-... Oh my god...
Mom?..."