I can't keep my feet on the ground.
The magic fills me, and carries me. The power flows through my veins.
It starts at my fingertips, at my crossed hands. It flows, like a wave of a shiver down my spine, down to my feet, then slowly back up, carrying me with it. My mind retreats. I am weightless, and my movement is effortless.
I move as if in a dream. Nothing matters, as long as this power keeps flowing. It sparks from my fingertips, and even in my trance I feel my eyes burn.
I feel like a goddess. And sometimes, it occurs to me, that perhaps that is exactly what this power makes me.
It is only an idea that I toy with sometimes. I've seen how this absolute power corrupts. It's just an idea to play with.
