Made of Stars

...and then the sun fell on her and there was a moment where all she could do was feel. All was connected. She was connected again. What once was beyond a transparent wall was now upon her and she could feel.
Feet touched ground and air touched skin and through her veins the feeling flowed. She glided on the comfort of awaking, of the satisfaction of walking on when before was wall. Joining hands with those she'd watched so long. Their souls could touch.
A pencil outline coloured in comes to life and there she stood, Technicolour in a black and white world, looking, touching. Consuming and consumed by the ability to feel.
Out of shadows she now watched her own cast before her, glittering on the ground. Into life she returned again, drawing together to become alive, to feel and be felt. This girl was made of stars.