(text-colour:#a6b0e2)[You reach for the jar and hold it in your palms. Warmth surfaces on your fingertips, wrapping around the cool glass. Much focus is required to complete the (text-colour:#f5f5cc)[transfer.]
(click: "transfer") [The vision begins to release from you and permeate through the jar. It forms a heavy orb within the glass walls, until the vision is fully trapped inside. It glows and bounces around, like a firefly.
This one is special, you want to showcase its beautiful ambiance. Which room do you decide to keep it in?
(text-colour:#3cb4b2)[[The living room, on the fireplace mantle-> You get too busy to act on your idea, and start to forget about it]]
(text-colour:#3cb4b2)[[The dining room, on the window sill-> You get too busy to act on your idea, and start to forget about it]]]](text-colour:#a6b0e2)[The night is indigo blue and quiet. Your sense of peace becomes politely disrupted by a mellow drumming, shaking the floorboards below your feet. You feel the energy tickling your toes and entering through your heels. That electric feeling comes crawling up your spine once again.
The sensation is warm and comforting but makes you shiver. It arrives at the nape of your neck, then branches into your neurons and spreads like wildfire inside of your skull. Flashes of pale yellow and bright red light up behind your eyelids. You welcome a fresh, shiny (text-colour:#f5f5cc)[vision.]
(click: "vision")[You've had these visions before — a gift from above, channeled into your consciousness, and in your hands now. It's sacred and special, and must be kept safe.
You scurry to your library and approach your collection of catcher jars. One of these will contain your vision. Which one do you choose?
(text-colour:#3cb4b2)[[Globe shaped, with an iridescent finish->You feel inspired by the thought of your idea]]
(text-colour:#3cb4b2)[[Narrow and tall, spiraling into a pointed top->You feel inspired by the thought of your idea]]]](text-colour:#a6b0e2)[You place the vision on its shelf to rest, and head to bed.
***
Throughout your days, the vision's glow catches in the corner of your eye. In the evenings, it fills the room with a warm light. You watch it with fondness — its fire becomes recharged by the power of your gaze.
Time passes on like it always does. You become engulfed by your daily practices and routines, and spend much time in your library. Sometimes you even forget to call your family and friends. But the vision’s glow still remains in its jar. It has adopted a slight flicker, but brightens when you enter its vicinity.]
(text-colour:#3cb4b2)[[Pause to engage with your vision->You work on your idea while feeling uninspired]]
(text-colour:#3cb4b2)[[Continue on-> Avoid working on your idea]]
(text-colour:#a6b0e2)[The glimmer within the jar intensifies as you move closer to it. It’s truly beautiful, almost too beautiful. How could you have created something this wondrous? You fill with pride but also some shame — how can anyone be deserving of this powerful light?
You begin to reach toward the jar, the vision tracking your finger like a fish in a fishtank. It builds into a small erratic ball of fire. You touch the glass, but immediately (text-colour:#f5f5cc)[flinch away. ]
(click: "flinch away")[It has become excruciatingly hot, too hot to touch. You are filled with confusion and fright — it's rare that a vision could become this powerful. Your fingers throb and prepare to blister. It pains you to even look toward the jar, its brightness penetrating your pupils.
You fear you can(text-colour:#3cb4b2)[[ never lay eyes on the vision again.-> Start to disdain your idea and never end up completing it]]]]
(text-colour:#a6b0e2)[Your days become filled with repetitive motions, spending more time than ever in your library. You've seemed to abandon all else.
The vision stares at you when you enter its vicinity, the glow becoming more dim with every day that passes. It begs for your gaze. You feel shameful that you have been neglecting it. Yet your eyes still avoid its presence.] (text-colour:#3cb4b2)[[ You don't know why.-> Start to disdain your idea and never end up completing it]](text-colour:#a6b0e2)[You notice that evening to be unusually dim. You are hesitant to (text-colour:#f5f5cc)[look.]]
(click: "look") + (text-colour:#a6b0e2)[You turn to the jar on the shelf, and see the burnt out vision. Expired, dead, no longer a flicker or glow. It now rests as a grey clump of debris at the bottom of the jar.
//Sigh.// You discard its remains in your courtyard so that it can return back to the earth. You place the jar back in your collection.
All you can do is wait until the next vision arrives. It could be days, it could be months.
(text-colour:#3cb4b2)[[You tell yourself you will do differently next time.->An idea comes to you]]]