Scene: Kid finds himself standing in a different part of the endless void—a place that feels strangely alive, despite the stillness. Around him, patches of soil appear, scattered across the otherwise blank ground, as though waiting for something to happen. Kid, looking uncertain, crouches beside one of the patches, noticing a single, small bud barely breaking through the surface.*
Kid*
(smirking, raising an eyebrow)*
Alright, so… what's this? Out of all the empty places I've been wandering through, now I get a patch of dirt? That's supposed to mean something?
(leans closer, poking at the bud gently)*
Guess you're trying to grow, huh? Well… good luck with that.
The moment he speaks, the tiny bud wilts, its green leaves turning a sickly shade of yellow, curling inward. Kid pulls back, surprised.*
Kid*
(frowning, his tone softening)*
Hey, no, don't do that. I didn't mean to… well, you don't have to just give up like that.
(watches as the bud trembles slightly, as if responding to his words)*
I didn't realize I had that much of an effect. Kind of unsettling.
(pauses, thinking)*
Maybe… maybe you need a little encouragement. Not sure what you're gonna get from me, though. But… alright, I'll try.
(clears his throat, a bit awkwardly)*
Come on, little bud, just… grow or something. You're here, so… make the most of it, right?
The bud perks up a little, its leaves beginning to unfurl. Kid watches, feeling a strange warmth fill him as the tiny plant responds to his words. Emboldened, he takes a deep breath and starts to sing, his voice hesitant at first, but growing stronger.*
Kid*
(singing softly, experimenting)*
When things seem dark and gray,
And there's not a lot to say…
(the bud begins to stretch, its stem growing taller)*
Look up, see a brighter sky,
There's more to do than sit and cry.
(the tiny flower unfurls completely, a delicate bloom appearing at the top)*
He stops, amazed, watching as the flower stands tall, its petals spreading wide as though reaching toward an invisible sun. He laughs softly, almost disbelieving.*
Kid*
(to himself, smiling a little)*
I'm really doing this, huh? Growing a flower with a song… all because I decided to look on the bright side.
(pauses, rubbing the back of his neck)*
Never thought I'd be the type to sing some positive nonsense, but… guess there's a first time for everything.
(he glances around, noticing more patches of soil appearing, like stepping stones across the void)*
Alright… if that's what it takes, then let's see how far I can go with this.
He steps to the next patch of soil, clearing his throat and summoning more confidence as he starts to sing again. This time, his voice carries a bit more energy, a spark of hope woven into the tune.*
Kid*
(singing with more enthusiasm)*
Look on the—*BRIGHT SIDE!*
When things get tough, don't hide!
There's a world out there to see,
Even if it's just a memory.
(the soil patch responds instantly, a vibrant green sprout pushing through, blooming even faster than the first. A small platform begins to rise, forming under his feet)*
Take a step, feel the change,
Nothing's lost, it's just *rearranged!*
(the platform grows wider, and Kid's voice grows stronger with it, his confidence building as he sees the void filling with color)*
With each line he sings, the patch of earth beneath him expands, forming a sturdy platform that stretches out into the void. Flowers bloom in bursts of color—reds, yellows, purples—all around him, filling the air with a sweet, subtle fragrance.*
Kid*
(grinning, continuing his song with a renewed sense of purpose)*
Sometimes you're alone and lost,
Thinking 'bout what life has cost,
But give a little light, just try—
And watch yourself reach for the sky!
(the platform beneath him stretches even farther, forming a bridge of blooming flowers, each petal glowing softly in the dim light)*
Kid takes a few steps forward, marveling at the flower-covered path he's creating. It's as though the void itself is responding to his hope, his willingness to keep moving, to find something worth stepping toward.*
Kid*
(laughing, a little amazed at himself)*
Well, who would've thought? Here I am, the kid who used to roll his eyes at this stuff, singing my way across a flower bridge in some mystical void.
(he stops, glancing back at the flowers behind him)*
Funny how it works… guess sometimes you really do have to… just *look on the bright side.*
(his face turns thoughtful, almost vulnerable)*
I've been so used to hiding, to staying in the dark, that maybe… I forgot what light even feels like.
He pauses, hesitating, his voice softening as he thinks back to the people who might be waiting for him on the other side of this journey. The voices he heard, the ones that were calling him back…*
Kid*
(quietly, as if speaking to someone far away)*
Maybe… maybe I can find a way back. Maybe they're still there, still waiting. And maybe… if I keep looking for that light, I'll find something worth giving after all.
He raises his head, his eyes filled with a new determination, and takes a deep breath. With more energy than before, he begins to sing again, his voice filling the void with a melody that resonates like a heartbeat.*
Kid*
(singing, louder, with hope and strength)*
Look on the—*BRIGHT SIDE!*
Take each step, don't let it slide.
The world's still waiting, clear and true,
And there's a path just waiting for you!
(flowers burst into bloom along the path, stretching out even farther ahead, leading him forward)*
Rise above the pain and fear,
You've made it far just standing here.
And if you stumble, if you fall—
Remember, you can still stand tall.
(the platform stretches out before him, forming a solid bridge through the void, vibrant flowers blooming all around, guiding him forward with every step)*
Kid walks confidently now, his steps steady and sure as he moves along the flower-strewn path. He doesn't know exactly where it's leading, but for the first time, he feels a sense of purpose, a pull toward something meaningful.*
Kid*
(smiling, his voice softer as he finishes his song)*
So here I go, against the night,
One step closer to the light.
With every song, every try…
Maybe I'll finally… touch the sky.
(he stops, looking ahead with a newfound sense of hope, his eyes shining with the realization that he's no longer just lost in the void—he's creating his own way out)*
Scene fades as Kid walks along the blossoming bridge, his voice echoing softly in the distance, carrying his hope and resilience forward, illuminating the path before him.*