Too much of a good thing
The moon gazed at her through the window, propelling her into a world where even the most mundane seemed full of wonder, its luminescence allowing her to notice the life on the windows surface. A small, wet frog hopped across, leaving water prints of its body behind. Seeing him compelled her to explore the nearby outdoors, drawing her with an intense force of magnetism to the mountains. Soon following her summit, the clouds peeled themselves apart, revealing the baby blue sky. Her eyes felt like they were almost glued to the sky and while peering upwards she tripped, tumbling into the lake below. As she washed up on the shore, she reached in her pocket and then took another swig back, noticing the effect within seconds. The lines on the nearby rocks appeared as faces of Mona Lisa and Van Gogh. They told her: just one more, that just one more dose would enlighten her. Once she swallowed it back, the birds above darted down and started feasting on her golden locks, ripping her curly ringlets to shreds. She looked into the water in front of her, strangely calm during the process. A theater mask film with bold eyebrows and sharp facial features covered her face. While attempting to peel it off, it snapped back towards her face. She stared with disgust at her new visage, deeply unsatisfied with the orange and blue hues that colored her cheeks. Turning black, her eyes penetrated the water like bullets, creating ripples that turned into tsunamis- eventually swallowing up the surrounding cities. While being swept away, she threw up the potion, catching one last glance of her face with the help of the birds that brought a mirror up to her eyes. She now had her face as a 5 year old, only to be swallowed alive by the storm she created.
