Alt + Right: A Tale of Digital Dreams

Previously

…I looked at the rainbow stage, still faintly glowing in the moonlight. He was right. The digital dreams were magnificent, but the real magic, the true brilliance, had come from us. From Luna’s frantic energy, from Bartholomew’s quiet wisdom, and from my own willingness to ask for help. The gray had faded, not just from the stage, but from my own worries. The “Alt + Right” festival had been a success, not just because of the art, but because of the heart that went into making it happen. And I knew, with a certainty that settled deep within my many legs, that the brightest colors of all were the ones we shared.