The little rainbow light beams dart around the room pulling her and massaging her percolating mind. A feeling of vibration on her wrist seemed to bring her back down.

Hini sat comfortably in her cozy apartment, surrounded by the soft glow of colorful fairy lights. A toke on her signature puffs lead her her mind to enter a state of peaceful relaxation. As she began her daily yoga routine, Hini felt the tension in her muscles melt away, replaced with a deep sense of calmness.

Breathe in. Breathe out…

The room was thick with a smokey pistachio haze and Hini felt a breeze from her fan and she shivered, her skin turned to goosebumps. Though the air shimmered with the afterglow of Hini’s laughter, still clinging to the room like glitter, and playful rainbow beams from the prism danced a warped waltz, reflecting in her wide, optimistic eyes, Hini sighed heavily. However mellow her presentation, as she began humming softly to herself, a smile on the corners of her mouth, a faint line of worry could be seen on her smooth brow.

Doubt was a persistent shadow lurking at the edges of her cheer. Drugging someone, even with the best intentions, felt like a mischievous pixie tangled in a web of thorns. Could her sight be failing her?

A door slammed in the hallway, the sound sharp against the backdrop of the city’s soft hum. Footsteps in the hall, their rhythm distinct and steady. Hini glanced at her watch – perfect timing. With a flick of her wrist, she vanished her paraphernalia into a puff of fragrant smoke that smelled suspiciously of honeysuckle and rainbows. With feet flat on the floor she stood, holding her toes. Inhaling again, the thumping of her dryer suggested comfy clean clothes might be mere moments away. The feeling of her shaggy orange carpet soft on her tiny feet, she found herself replacing her yogic effort with a practiced whimsy. And with a sprinkle of optimism on top of what smelled like simmering nervousness, she leaned into the day.

Hini made her way to the nearby subway station, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the train that would take her away. As she stood on the platform, watching the train cars for any sign of — her eyes were drawn to a familiar face. The face of a man sitting on the train.

A man sat working on his laptop, and by all observations was completely engrossed in his fair.

It was a man she had met at a party a few weeks ago. Or a man she’d never seen before. He had caught her eye immediately – not only because of his roguish good looks, but also due to the unique energy that seemed to radiate from him. Even now, amidst the drab surroundings of the subway station, Corstrom seemed to stand out from everyone else.

Purple aura.

Without hesitation, Hini boarded the train and took a seat. She spent the entire ride observing him discreetly, marveling at his every move and gesture. And as she watched, she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something special about this man – something that drew her to him like a magnet.

Before she knew it, the train had arrived at her stop and Hini found herself forced with a decision. Acting purely on instinct, she reached into her bag and pulled out a small vial filled with clear liquid. With a quick glance to ensure no one was watching, she slipped it into Corstrom’s pocket without saying a word.

A vibration on her wrist.

Perfect timing.

And just like that, the wheels were set in motion for what promised to be an unforgettable adventure.

And like glitter to the wind she was gone.