A Flick of Ribbon

Everything was stark and quiet until I blinked, noticing the bright pink scribbles curling right beside my dress. A small spark ticked through my fingers—wait, I can actually move? With a sly smirk, I flicked one of my dangling hair ribbons forward. The satin tip brushed the faint pink lettering on the blank ground, leaving a tiny swish mark behind. How delightfully curious.