Once upon a time, there was a girl who was very, very bored. To fight the boredom, she sat at her computer and tried to write. The girl stared gloomily at the white space on the monitor that was her word processing program. It was an empty desert of pixels, just waiting for her fingers to hit the keyboard and drag words from her imagination into existence. The task was difficult.
The girl closed her eyes and breathed in and out slowly. In her minds eye, she saw herself standing on the great white expanse. She wore a flowing robe, pure white like the space around her. Looking down at her bare feet, she let the ever-present breeze blow past her. She stood motionless for a few heartbeats, then slowly and haltingly at first, she began to dance.
At first, her steps were faulty and wavering. She tripped and fell and had to go back and begin over again a few times before she picked up the rhythm of the dance. Once she finally got it though, her steps became precise and graceful. The girl leapt and spun across the wide expanse and with every step, she left something behind. With every footfall, a small black mark appeared on the ground.
The number and intricacy of the black marks grew and grew as the dance picked up tempo. They almost almost seemed to be swirling and dancing themselves. No, not almost, they were dancing! The marks peeled up from the ground and swirled around the dancing girl. They moved like leaves in the swirling wind, cavorting in wild circles all around and over the girl. As the black marks swirled, they began to pulsate and glow with a rainbow of light.
The lights spun faster and faster. The girl also danced faster and harder, her hair and robe swirling around her. The lights blurred together until the individual marks could no longer be distinguished. Then the lights spun off and shot out in all directions. Bright lines of color flowed over the vast white plain. They swirled over and then into the ground.
The white ground began to ripple and move where the light touched it. The stark, empty, formless landscape was changing rapidly. A stream sprung up, it started as a weak trickle but it quickly grew into a river. Soft, springy grass sprang up, followed by flowers, then bushes, then trees. In the distance, the ripples grew into mountains. Bright blue light flowed across the sky as if it was being spread by an enormous paint brush. All the while, the girl continued to dance, her eyes closed and her feet barely touching the ground.
Her dance continued, but now it became slower and slower. The steps remained careful and sure, but the tempo calmed bit by bit. The girl moved across the grassy space slowly and effortlessly. She slowed and finally came to a stop, standing with her head down and breathing slowly in and out exactly the way she had started. The wind blew softly and gently tossed her hair around her face. She smiled and finally looked up and opened her eyes to look at the world she'd danced into existence.
The girl saw the keyboard under her quickly moving fingers as she typed the final few words. After tapping out the last few keystrokes, she glanced up to the glowing monitor screen. The empty white expanse was now filled with little black marks. A story had been drawn into existence by the girl's dancing fingertips.
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