Abigail Tsai

You are a small pixel, tentatively eying the the other colored squares around you. Their changing natures intrigue you. ‎  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  You lean in. They emit music... from your favorite film? You see flashes of stunning visuals and glimpses of your favorites characters inside. You step closer... but you don't touch. Yet.

The swirling patterns and shimmering lights hypnotize you, and before you know it, you are a part of it. The wall envelopes you, and you fall in. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  ‎ ‎ ‎ Undulating silk. Crystalline echoes. Celestial harps and lush violins accompany your descent. Ripples of light. Memories of obsidian. You are completely absorbed in sight and sound.

You look down at your hands. Iridescent petals pulse under your skin. All over your body - dashes of iris, opal, peony, chrysanthemum, jade - quivering with electricity. You feel an unprecedented energy gather inside you. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎  ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎You wave an arm at the glimmering visuals in front of you. They contort and expand. Excited, you stomp your feet. The music deepens. ‎  ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎  ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎  ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎  ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎  ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎  ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎  ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Everything, everywhere, all at once. You have become one with the art.