Everyone thought Amel was either stupid or insane. She would spend long hours watching nothing and giggle at voices that weren’t there. What they didn’t realize was that she understood the world far better than they did themselves. She could see the energy of the world all around her, hear its whispered voice. The energy was her oldest friend, her closest confidant. No matter where she went there was always more of it to meet, a new side of it to discover. She saw the world in a way others could only imagine, like a fantasy whose wonder could never breach the boundaries of their limited reality. It was the same world that they all lived in, and it was a world she loved dearly.