Unlimited

There is one, fragile moment that cannot leave me. Ever since I saw the Hollywood remake of Wicked, I have felt the pull of a moment I want to invite you into.

Imagine this: chaos, raw and unrelenting. Guards storming in, shouting “Get her!” Their anger is a living thing, thick and suffocating, batons raised like extensions of their rage. And there, caught in the eye of the storm, stands Elphaba. Accused. Cornered. Betrayed by forces beyond her control.

The air is electric, heavy with the weight of everything she’s up against. And then… she sees it. The window.