Goopy fairy guidess

Like Tinkerbell, but more willowy. A flame atop my head, on my crown, but more goopy, like a lava lamp. I was spinning and turning, breakdancing, swirling. Like that synchronized swimming. Flowing up and down. Sitting criss-cross applesauce, laying down. Hands to heart, hands by my side. Peachy golden yellow flame. But more like the ocean. More like the sun was an underwater vortex. And I was healing the earth, spreading the light in that way. Letting it envelope the Earth like a wave. Like a candy wrapping tightening around the planet until it disintegrated, flattening out until the Earth was covered in pink light. Sparkling, pink.