Building a Dream
I stand at a safe distance, watching as Raul digs and digs and digs—relentless, efficient, and completely pissed off at my existence.
But I don't take it personally.
He's always like this.
Even so, I can't deny that he's the most efficient worker we have. In just a week, he's already carved out the foundation, shaping the land into something recognizable, something real.
It's strange—watching an abstract dream turn into something tangible.
And then there's Noelle.
Noelle has gone completely wild, running through the land, his abilities slipping out naturally in his excitement. I catch glimpses of vines twisting unnaturally, flowers blooming in his wake, roots shifting the earth to his command.
He's powerful. Really, really powerful.
I've always known, but I've never seen him in his full element like this. It's mesmerizing—and a little terrifying.
