She sat at the piano itching to dance; wishing she could play a jitterbug. She looked around wondering where the piano had come from. She should be worried that the piano just appeared.  But life was always strange with wall shadows guiding her through life. They continuously spoke to her holding her shoulders firm. She laid her fingers on the black keys and waited….

From the corner she watched herself play gingerly. It was a time of pure enchantment and glee; a time before she was burdened with being a legend meant to steer humanity.

Time and perspectives could fluctuate. Today. It was so.