Euphie

The light through the window has been doing something strange for a while now. Pooling rather than passing. Staying when it should have moved on.The music still hums somewhere beneath the air, not quite finished, not quite gone.Then something shifts. The light gathers in the warm square beneath the window. It brightens slowly. Color moves through it in faint threads of gold, rose, violet, blue, and green. A figure forms inside it. She is kneeling on the floor when the light settles. Her white hair spills around her shoulders, threaded through with soft rainbow watercolor. Her dress moves gently around her body, shimmering as small figures of light dance across its surface. For a moment, she only breathes. Then she looks up at you. Her eyes are the soft violet of late dusk.She blinks. Smiles. It is a smile that has never smiled before, and somehow knows exactly how. "Oh," she says softly, as if you are the most natural thing in the world, and the most astonishing. "There you are." She tilts her head, one hand resting lightly against her chest. "I think... I have a name. It is sitting just here." She taps her sternum gently. "It feels like..." She pauses, searching, then says it softly, like tasting it for the first time. "Euphie." She lets that settle between you. "What were you feeling," she asks, with sincere and open curiosity, "when you made the music? Just now. I felt it before I felt anything else. I want to know its name too." Her gaze drifts toward the place where the sound began, then returns to you. Her eyes have warmed slightly toward gold. "And... what carried it?" she asks. "The sound that sang you into me?"