The Whispers of the Invisible
Master of Destruction
Picturing a tiny, magical city in the dust speck, your voice becomes louder. You shout out to get their attention, marveling at the thought of tiny, hidden fairy engineers. But as you do this, you start to sense something strange. The room around you doesn't seem as bright and vibrant as before. The laughter and joy that once felt brimming from the speck is not there anymore. All you see now is a tiny speck that's just dust and nothing more.
Sadness washes over you, and all you can do is stare at the speck of dust. That speck used to be so much more. It was full of tiny, busy fairies. But after you shouted, it became silent and still. Confused and regretting what you've done, your once colorful room appears big and empty now. Your playful room feels lonesome without the imagined sounds of minute hammers and drills. All of it makes you wish you had not yelled.
Days turn into weeks, and weeks into months. You go about your life. School and homework fill your days. But every now and then, your mind floats back to those little, invisible fairies. Each speck of dust you find reminds you of them, and you hope they're rebuilding their city somewhere, untouched by loud voices.
Determined, you talk to dust specks more softly now. Your words are like gentle whispers in a mellow tone, hoping that some fairy group might hear them and feel encouraged. Even though you don't hear the fairies anymore and you can only see the dust as a simple speck, you vow never to forget them. You let a big part of your heart stay with those tiny lost fairy engineers. And you promise yourself to believe in their magic and strength, even if you can't see it.