The camera clicks and shuffles as 15 year old Marvin bites his lip in concentration, precariously balanced on what looks like a blurry shelf. He sits on the edge of his bed, pressed against a wall and covered in black sheets.
Leaning back on his palms, he crosses one leg over the other, giving the camera a crooked, young smile.
"Day 31 of filming my sleep!! I know the last few haven't shown any of the stars in them, but that's just 'cause I bet that they only really show up when I have nightmares, and there aren't that many of those. So, I figured that tonight, maybe if I can concentrate just enough to switch these fuckers on in my palms as I drift off, we might get some results! It's genius shit, really." His grin is much less of the knowing smirk we know, and more of the excitable, curious teen. He claps his hands together, rubbing them quickly and then star-fish flopping back onto the bed.
"Good-fuckin-night! And starry dreeeeams!!"
What ensues is a few hours of quiet breathing. Seems that he fell asleep before he ever managed to summon the stars, because obviously, sleep and focus do not go together. But, as the video scrolls on, something does indeed happen...
Marvin stirs, the blurred footage just good enough in quality that you can see his eyebrows knit together. Under the sheets, the faintest of purple glows blinks to life, the plasma passing through the fabric and winking softly into his bedroom. At first it's only a few stars, but they continue to multiply,Ā steadily flowing out of his hands as the teen's muttering and discomfort grows. Someone's dreaming.
The magic glows brighter, their light filling the room, intensifying all at once until- Marvin sits up with a ragged gasp, his eyes wide and only glimpsing the stars for a fraction of a second before they disappear. He gets his breath back... and groans in frustration.
"I had that, I fuckinā had that..." he grumbles, struggling out of bed and reaching for the device, sitting down with it in his hand.
"So it sort of worked. Course it did, it was genius but... fuck man, if I could just harness that shit..." Marvin rubs a frustrated hand through his faded purple hair, trying to push it back into shape.
"Alright, I saw them, ok? I dreamt that I was falling through the stars, and I was so excited, but then they just... Ate me? I don't know, I looked at my hands and they were disintegrating into the purple shit. Which I know is not good, surely but..." he trails off, looking troubled and thinking over the dream again.
"I think... Even I did go out that way, which I highly doubt it would, cause this little party trick isn't ever strong enough for that, but if it did... Maybe it wouldn't be so bad?" His purple eyes peer curiously into the screen, thinking it over with a low hum.
"Whatever man, it's just a fuckin dream-" He lets the device drop onto the bed and the recording shuts off.