"I... did that?" Billy whispered, amazement coloring his voice. His eyes danced up and down the golden strands, each shimmering like glitter in the moonlight.
"Can everyone see this, or just you and I?" The question was part curiosity, part worry. Curiosity as to the extent of what was transpiring, and worry in the fact that threads of golden light were drifting throughout the air of New York City. If they were visible, that would be a particularly unsettling sight indeed.