C.s. Lewis And Michael Jackson In Stranded Ferris Wheel Ride
C.S. Lewis and Michael Jackson are stuck in Stranded Ferris Wheel Ride and forced to have a deep conversation.
"This contraption, Mr. Jackson, does rather resemble a fallen angel, doesn't it? Suspended, yet striving for ascent," Lewis mused, peering down at the distant fairground.
"Hee hee! Stranded, yeah! Like a glitter glove lost in the dark," Michael chirped, then grew pensive. "But even lost things can moonwalk back to the light, right?"
Lewis stroked his chin. "Indeed. Redemption, my dear fellow, is always a possibility, a grace offered even in the most absurd circumstances."
"Like being stuck with a wise man in a giant wheel?" Michael giggled, then added softly, "I always wanted to believe in magic, in never growing up."
"Ah, but the truly magical lies not in escaping adulthood, but in sanctifying it, transforming the mundane into the extraordinary," Lewis countered gently.
"Transforming... like turning pain into a dance?" Michael asked, his voice barely a whisper.
"Precisely. Suffering, you see, can be a chisel, shaping us into something finer, closer to the divine," Lewis affirmed.
"But what if the chisel breaks the statue?" Michael questioned, his eyes reflecting the twilight.
"Then we gather the fragments, Mr. Jackson, and create something new, something even more beautiful from the broken pieces," Lewis said, with a reassuring smile.
"Hee hee! Maybe a whole new world, filled with love and glitter...and no broken statues," Michael finally replied, a spark of hope returning to his eyes.