The sun warms the sky overhead as it begins to shine down and glint off the buildings in the city center. A couple people look up to enjoy the view while the majority of the flow of people continue on their way without a thought. The stream of people continue through the city undisturbed for the most part. Occasionally, someone will shift the flow around them as they’ve tripped on a shoelace, or a sale catches their eye. Unknowingly, someone plucks a string invisibly above them, just before they shift. A muse, forcing them the opportunity off of their chosen path. If she were not invisible, they would be able to look up at a muscular young woman, floating up and around the stream of people, with a focused, calculating expression on their face.

“Which one next?” she thought. “This one goes on to their job day in, day out. That one is headed to a job about to get a promotion with a good pay increase, but will shave ten years off his life. This one has lost all sense of creativity in their job.”

She hums to herself as plucks at silver threads, seen only by her eyes, attached to the people below.

“This one.” And suddenly one of the crowd turns their head, as if hearing a call, and look to an alleyway. There, they see a weak puppy whimpering. They chosen person stops for a bit and then goes to grab the puppy and walks on again.

“Ah, that’s always fun. It’s not often I get to use that one. They have a real special heart.”