I'm a white ghost in a rainbow world, or at least I used to be before the Earth became comatose and colorless. The only sound I hear is the creaking of the leather harness trapping me on my trapeze and the rapid drumming of my heartbeat.
This. This is the work of the Adversary. The air pulsates with the putrid remnants of his energy. I recognize it because he tried to kill me when I was five. If not for the help of a pierced angel and my father hiding me in his show, I'd be dead.
I'm Lucy. Lucy in the sky with diamonds.