Eleni wrote how she felt and saw her city, just like when she drew it a couple of years ago. Theia moved from beside her, watching the Agápi slowly and magically changing into what Eleni was writing.
Her eyes sparkled as she witnessed with her own green eyes how the city, she saw on her phone was alive and breathing like an actual real one. She felt the warm sunrise hitting her skin. She giggled at how warm and cozy it felt.
Surprised by how creative Eleni is, the blue city was a mesmerizing mix of Mykonos weather and lifestyle with Paris elegance and London’s great classic architecture. She looked at Eleni, who didn’t lift her eyes. She wrote everything they needed.
They were standing across from their favorite restaurant in London, as every corner in the street was appearing from thin air. Theia chuckled. Eleni used many of their shared memories and real-life places as a base for her comic and now they were inside it, it felt odd yet exciting.
With the last building in the block appearing across their standing bodies, Eleni wrote the last sentence, and people appeared within the beautiful city, giving it the last look and sound of a real one.
Eleni raised her eyes after she lifted her hands from the book, surprised at how real everything looked. The quill vibrated lightly between her fingers along with the rose-golden lectern. She eyed the magical items as they changed.
The lectern and the quill kept vibrating till they changed into green mixed with rose-golden wisps flying between her fingers and finally rested as a feather rose-golden bracelet around her right wrist with a green-colored undertone.
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The city distracted Theia and didn’t see what had just happened. Eleni walked to stand next to her while looking at the people sitting inside the café. They looked real.
Eleni felt uncomfortable with the whole idea of creating those people. She glimpsed a shadow of something black behind the glass hovering through their sitting bodies. She saw it moving with her as if it were mimicking her walk. Theia grabbed Eleni’s hand and hugged her tightly, snatching her from her thoughts.
Eleni looked again at the café. The shadow was gone.
“I’m excited!” Theia said, breaking the hug. Eleni smiled at her, feeling uneasy. They started walking and at the far end of the street was a cozy small café. It looked small and welcoming, painted in a light gray shade and the building itself surrounded with tall cherry blossom trees. Beside the café door were two yellow chairs facing each other and a yellow round table in between with a pink plastic flamingo on it.
Theia smiled widely and looked at Eleni, who still looked distracted by her thoughts. Something was uncanny about her creation, agitated. The city looked magical and too real for her comfort. She forced herself to smile back at Theia, who seemed not fazed by anything.
The café was still relatively far. They walked through the semi-crowded street. Every minor detail fascinated Theia, while Eleni looked muddled. The dark shadow followed her reflection on every glass they walked past.
She felt her brain and soul stricken by a sudden hostile, almost feeling like every cell in her was thrown into an ice-cold ocean with no surface to take a long-lost breath.
They finally stopped across the minimalist-looking café. A tall man walks towards the café. Theia held onto Eleni’s forearm, covering her mouth with her other hand. Her grasp was intense, Eleni almost screamed from the pain of Theia’s long nails digging into her bare skin.