Snow was falling Christmas Eve outside the old theatre. Time was forgotten here that’s why the magic was collecting and why, at precisely fifteen-minutes to midnight, a mysterious invitation arrived at my urban loft some blocks away. The invitation was to an opening. This was strange, especially since the old theatre, where the opening was slated to take place, had been closed for several years. I, having experienced more than a few magical occurrences at the old warehouse where I lived, thought nothing of the invitation or its manner of arrival. So I went. There I met a handsome young magician who told me of a scheme to open up a portal between his world and mine. It was to be a gift to his teenage daughter, the fulfillment of a promise that her story would be told here on Earth. To accomplish this goal the magician needed an envoy—thus the reason for my invitation. It would be a life changing experience, he warned.
Nevertheless, I accepted.
Now, it is my belief in this magician’s dream that keeps the portal open and my talents that allow his daughter’s tale to unfold here on Earth.
The art and text on this website comes from the notebook of Jellybean Reds, age 17 (unless otherwise noted) and is updated often.
- Tessla Queen – Official Envoy, Cratersville