Episode 3: Remembrance

[Harley Scarow]

Episode 3: Remembrance Oh, hi! My name is Sabrina, and I’m one of the girls in this humble class. Through hard work and determination, I have worked my way up through the ranks. There were those tight moments of random elation and sadness, but making it through all the way was the best matter to put a smile on my face. Anybody that wants to challenge me can, but if they will pass will always remain a mystery. As for today, it is another random day where I could daze off at the sky and wish everything would shine back—which it is. The moon runs away in happiness, and even I’m elated to see it impending backside in an exposed matter again. It’s a fact to realize, that even when it shifts, it turns the waves into rippling tides and confusing waves—how beautiful. Even the steps my friends made through the streets were worth remembering, and collecting before they faded away. It almost reminded me when Ryan stepped on some poop, and then we played footsies on the bus. Now that wasn’t as beautiful as I wanted, but you get what I’m saying. -----------
Alright, so yesterday was a little bit of an unexpected day, but that makes people better than what most people assume who the best ones are. It is true, how many people I met in the past told me “weird” was a bad thing. As for me, I consider it to be a good thing. Why? That’s because if you’re not the “weird” person everybody isn’t calling you, you’re nothing but another one of those background characters inside movies all the time. Standing out and standing up for yourself when you know you need it the most is the best way to show your own true colors. My friends aren’t weird in a bad way—they’re weird in a good way. A better way to state these words in complete spoken ways would be that they are unique acquaintances that make my company and show me how the gaze of weird sparks like purples and greens. It’s what makes us different that make us sparkle—of course; everybody in the world should already know that. It makes us who we are, and not the darkness our unconscious mind wants to be someday. This darkness is nothing but pale black and emptiness—a feeling of utter misery and lasting regret.

Now this may sound a little hypocritical on my part, but there’s a limit to “weirdness” until the point when it becomes a problem. Showing your true delight in the most original way you possibly want to be nothing but a gift of passion and individuality. However, there comes that touch of a level, when you break the barrier. This shield that prevents you from being yourself and you finish at the last place you would ever want to be. This is when you are no longer who you are—you are simply who you are pretending to be. Now, I have a lot of things I like, and even some idols (which I have no idea why), but I try my best not to break the barrier. Nobody ever realizes when they shatter this forbidden shield and run wild within their steps—you need another friend to tell you when it does happen. Most of the time, I just play around, at least I think I am. If it ever truly happens to my character, tell me to snap out of it once in a while. It’s when an orb of friendship coils around the heart like it would never break, then smatter at the most painful moment. You try to ignore whatever was causing it, but it comes smacking back.

At the same person, this one individual was never somebody to be helped. It lives within our heart, the majestic prison holding what makes us, who we are, and who we would never want to be, yet our subconscious mind keeps it locked in there. Our rage and confusion has a chance to escape on its own and ambush our own average corruptions, torment our mind, and leave once again without the sight of tomorrow. This usually happens whenever somebody you know becomes drunk, or when you become drunk—you have no idea why it happened, but it leaves you once the moon breaks out of her curve. Your consciousness snaps right back into you, and you wake up without a thought. Even when you feel like you’re pretending to show this amusingly dangerous emotion, it hurts even more—when you realize what you had done from this imaginary powder. In the end, your friends will be there, by your side. They will forgive the drunk person you were and accept you for the mind you intentionally wore when you were with them—not when you were fighting to get it back to begin with. It is warm, and forever gentle.

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Tattered Friendship

This weakened bond resolves within the night,
The dark blue arrow strikes the heart a song,
And even when your mind puts up a fight,
You wake up, sightless of the heavy wrongs.
Return the thought that you thought was so far,
Achieve the errors made, eclectic thoughts,
The ashes dry, the hearts divide, in tar,
The dropped down bottle, seen what you have brought.
You walk around and realized you missed,
Believing lies they told you on dark blues,
The things you did and sang of weary bliss,
These vomit waves, of dark disease, broke rules.
Send the last remember of the lost drift,
To collect remnants of the tattered friendship.

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Today was yet another day where I would go home and live the life of a girl who is deemed to be honored, yet praised for the worst situation. It was the moments where rain would pour at the moments you would at least expect, yet shower us with happiness. Yes, the randomness of the weather travelled like the moon’s changing opinion, but we would all have to live with its harsh decision. Today was a nice day, one where you would never have to worry about anything. Hey, the only thing I would have to worry about after school was homework, and that’s kind of easy to me. Training nothing of my mind was how I got far—everything I did, I felt like I did it because I had to. Most people think I take it to the next level—the only thing I’m giving out of sheer effort is what teachers require me to do. Nothing more, and nothing less is what I attempt everyday. The simple factors of scores and raining skies can never match up to the little effort I put into something. Even this lack of opinion traveled through the waves and into my ear, and I would still question them how work so simple could be done in such a difficult matter.

Well, everybody knows how today works, now don’t they? Today is the day after yesterday, with yesterday being when the poetry contest was taking place down in Manhattan’s Central Park, in the Solar Globe. With Peter appearing there was a surprising thought to mention, but his gasp of mortality and ironic reliability to show up at the most unexpected place was to be expected. He is so random we know anything he does is of the ordinary day. Well, while Peter didn’t actually win the poetry contest, he had fun. Wow, I’m like, so happy to know Lena won the contest after all of that easy work. Seriously, writing a good poem isn’t as hard as most people deem the work to be. Yep, I take some of the advice people would always tell me around time—stringing random words together seem to always work out in the end. As the final result, that Jillian lady gave Lena a ribbon with the passionate yellow glow of the sun above us—the sun finally revealing his true light upon our heads. It was fitting, yet it began to rain just now. Whatever, it didn’t actually matter. People were too happy about the previous weather to even complain.

While walking on the streets with Lena and Ryan on the way, a pamphlet flew in the air, and unfortunately, landed on my face. It was disturbing; I slapped it off before the wind would purge it into my hairclips. Reading it was a fortunate surprise. A beautiful one, if you wanted me to describe it in the most effective way. There was going to be another moment when I would try my best to shine the psychic mind I tried hard everyday to develop. Chances are, I wouldn’t get ahead in this next competition, as the pamphlet had just said, but I could at least try to do so.

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Midnight’s Purple Star
Poetry Contest

Awaken dark within the night to sing,
The black skies bring the stars we could not see,
They twirl in blues and yellows like white rings,
Above the dancing heads, it then decrees!
Just come, and witness beauty of the dark,
It starts; a single word just spills the fight,
I promise, so this vision won’t be stark,
With all this darkness, there will still be light!
The city lights just blind of all we spot,
To evil striking eerie winds and blows,
The stars above are actually so hot,
Just come, and witness the violet show!

These dark green stages make it sounding far,
The final light—to midnight’s purple star!

Poetry: Sadness, Darkness, Tragedy

Where: Dusk Bubble
When: Midnight
Why: To celebrate nighttime!

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“It’s another poetry contest? Well, I’ll enter this one, too. Life’s random, isn’t it?”
So yesterday, there was a poetry contest. A second one must not mean anything, but I wonder if Ms. Kreider, my English teacher, has anything to do with these poetic competitions? She does always want us to enter them for the sake of it, and if I know Ms. Kreider well enough, she at least has something to do with these competitions. Normally, Ms. Kreider would always want us to enter these contests and win so she can get a chunk of the glory, but whatever. Since I already lost one, I don’t want my friends to win another one. Sure, they’re friends, but they don’t have to know about possessions popping up in my face every now and then. Wait; is this me I’m talking about? Nope, I’m being completely off-script! Of course I’m going to tell them to enter this contest—I’ll improve our chances of winning if we reduce the competitors! Sound my random thoughts—to put it in better words, I’ll tell them if I meet them along the way to home again!

Wait, now what were the chances of that ever happening? Since I was already walking with my friends, it was the best opportunity to tell them about what I was reading. Too bad, I decided not to tell them and to let them bite my dust. It’s called playing around; at least that’s what they call it whenever I do it to other people. We’ll kid around it tomorrow, or today, as the contest would be taking place sometime during midnight. After looking up at wherever the “Dusk Bubbles” place was, I learned it would be somewhere around the highway. Whenever I passed one of those highway places, I always wondered who would come to such a desolate and dark place. Arriving upon 9:00PM was the best time to find out if a remote place like that was used or not. Indeed, I have proved my own stereotype completely incorrect—it was indeed a place of busy bustling. To tell you the truth, it wasn’t my own guess, but seeing the stars glitter always attracted me over to the skies rather than the neon lights flashing onto my face. They were indeed beautiful, but not anything I would ever cherish. They were too random, and destroyed the point of the skies.

The dark green grass chilled around me as it wrapped into a plant blanket around me, engulfing me in comfort as I looked up into the skies. Now I learned why the beauties of the skies were like their own gardens. How people would want to reach out and steal those beautiful stars for themselves. How they dazzled within the night, even when the earth below them could spin with terror and blinding flashes everyday without any stop whatsoever. The dark woods behind me would always surround my hairclip-surrounded hair within the night. Sometimes, I assumed they had nothing but scary visions voracious to engulf a girl such as myself. Now I knew they were of innocent whispers, creaking in the starlit skies. Somehow, compared to the rest of the city, this area was completely surrounded by nature. Even the cars passing by hummed in graceful silence, caring for the nature around them. Maybe the people here naturally happened to be nicer, making this the perfect place for a contest. For a moment, I just wanted to stay here and look above at these dazzling skies. The stars formed a garden within the black sky, and were overlapping.

Did enjoying these bright friends within the sky make me a loser? Again, like I said before, I don’t think it does for the least bit. Remember one thing—looking back at the sad things you did and turning them into smiles you would never forget is always a nice thing to know. What makes one person sad might be gold to another person. You can’t ever please everybody. The best thing to do is to make sure at least one person out of the millions of people around you can cherish your presence. Also, know if you’re not happy when you’re assisting them into bringing a shining smile, you’re only making it worse. Right now, I’m happy to be by myself, and looking at the dark purple yet bright yellow muse telling me what to do. Make that difference for yourself, and you know you’re accepting many others along the hard-walked path. Keep it mind, how one smile to you and the only hope remaining in the sky shows you have that pleasure, outside of the ordinary. Even better than what most people keep covert under their breath, and forget it the next day. To a serious matter, it is free, and I understand it better than the eye.

Suddenly, a spark from one of those scintillating stars called out at me. It was flashing like a signal—no, another object was blocking this star for a split second. Before I thought it could be there forever, it shifted direction within the flash of an eye. It went across the forest trees and hit the sunburned gravel in a powerful crash along the coast of this starry night. It caused me to be startled a little, as well. It caused an ear-shattering sound, and many birds sleeping in the trees flew out of the direction above the skies. As I could hear their cries, I ran into the dark woods, with no ending at the back of it. It was made of pitch black, and my mind had nothing better to do than transverse through this forest cavern. Most people worry they would be attacked if they approached the darkness with this bursting thought in their mind. Everything was too panicked and shape of worry to even be hunting another ear down. When coming to an opening, a purple rock baked with the sun appeared right in front of me. Unfortunately, there wasn’t any alien popping out of it to become another friend, but it was a gorgeous sight to even witness now.

“What’s this? It’s so amazing. It’s so wondrous. It evokes my curiosity! It’s amethyst!”

Okay, now I have no idea where I learned that word, but it fit the description of this rock perfectly. Since the amethyst rock was emitting its violet glow towards my face, I had nothing to block my raging curiosity from touching it. With a gentle movement of my hand, I touched the rock with hopes of seeing the dreams it had before coming here directly. The fading white surrounded me, and I think I kind of ended in a whiteout mark afterwards. It was mysterious, yet showed me the world before my first breath. There were kids surrounding my close view.

One of the kids walked over to me. She was dressed in a purple sarong and had a black bra on. A looked wonder to beseech, she was somewhere around my age. Appearing with a random grasp, a sketchbook was right in front of her, opened up with feelings of emotion and light. Most of the stars above danced on the covers of the book, and the girl had nothing better to do than feel the same emotions as the stars. They say the stars have a different appearance everyday of your life, but they were actually in the same position for millions of years. At the same time, they are moving away. The stars on her sarong flashed and tapped away and back like the same image above. This girl had the same freedom I did. Alone and happy, yet together and forever merged with nature’s blessing gardens growing around her—she wanted to be happy. She was, and the stars decorated on her head glowed gently with the same emotion she was bringing forward. The gentle skin she had touched mines, curious in the same image as I was when I touched the purple rock. Speaking of which, this same rock was beside her, where her grounds left with a beam!

“Aha! My name is Amethyst. Welcome to my reality. It’s full of friends—both real and above myself, and I have trained hard in this area. We live in a world surrounded with beauty, both in the skies and in the land. For a time, I have tried my best to commune these two links together. The bond between me and the swallowing night is strong, so just try to lay a single hand on my protected skin!” Putting herself into a pose, Amethyst was about to attack me right head-on.

“Well, like, I have no idea where I am. Wait, first of all, my name is Sabrina.”

[Harley Scarow]

“Second, welcome to the Starry Woods. Well, that’s not the name, but it’s what I like to call it whenever I come over here to gaze up at the skies. The ghosts are travelling all around us.”

Afterwards, Amethyst began explaining to me about the powers of the stone, even if I wasn’t asking to begin with. However, this interesting, yet eclectic piece of knowledge streaming through my ears made it worthy enough to listen to. Beginning with how she used it, Amethyst touched the stone, which caused the purple glow to emit all the way to her hand. They were both emulating some sort of joy within themselves, taking out all of the light pollution, which raided the skies even at a time such as this. It allowed a perfect view, better than it was before. It was as if the stone was a light bridge over to the stars above. Even the moon was in perfect sight—there must have been some strange science to allow us to look up at the parts hiding behind the waiting shadow of the sun. It was unnatural, yet it resided in the bounds of nature. The stone wasn’t a rock that was simply found in the middle of the forest. It required concentrations of light and radiation of the night sky. It made what it was meant to show even more beautiful. Hopefully, it was already beautiful before humans blinded themselves with city lights and money worries. It was these worries that made environmentalists such as Amethyst run out to the woods.

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Moon shadows hide,
Beneath the sun’s yellow hug,
Shields purple beaming

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“The earth has been polluted by humans,” Amethyst began. “This includes the fog of the waters, the craters of the land, and the starry visions of the skies. At least I can see them now.”

Afterwards, Amethyst explained to me how she found the stone. At first I was confused, but the method was beautifully magical. A flashback appeared. The stone appeared to Amethyst one day when she looked up at the stars in the middle of the woods, but humans were about to come over and chainsaw down all of the trees around. It was muffled with no sound whatsoever, the flashback Amethyst showed me, but I contemplated every image I saw with a perfect grasp on what she was trying to show me. The evil men could not destroy the forest without getting past her first, but since the only thing they cared about was the money they could eventually get from murdering all of this green life, Amethyst got in their way. They were about to kill her along with the trees, as a huge light turned on at one of the trucks, ready to run over Amethyst without any pondering of the consequences to behold them later. Concerned about the girl’s life-caring actions, the violet stone appeared in front of her and wiped out all of those men, knocking them out and erasing their memory. Then Amethyst valued this stone, which saved her life before.

This reminded me of myself, most likely because of the way I’ve been treating nature today, better than I usually cared for. Most of the people I know tended to blame global warming for all of its problems; I tried to do something about it. However, Amethyst cared about nature so much she would come out to the woods everyday to make sure it would survive for another day. This didn’t make her a scoundrel or a lowlife either—at least she had fun during her own visionary work and dreams. Because Amethyst followed all of her wishes down to the marker, these dreams would eventually come true to some extent. Well, I can admit I’ve never seen someone as dedicated to nature as Amethyst was so far, even willing to chain herself to the trees and the rock that saved her to protect against those evil men. Those men were destroyed by the Amethyst Stone because of their darkness within, and sent down below as the ground swallowed them up in Amethyst’s last vision. Before it disappeared, I worried about the present day world—it would eventually become damaged—if there wasn’t at least one person living with Amethyst’s will.

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Amethyst glow shield,
Nature upon greenery,
Protection unites!

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“That’s all I have to tell you,” stated Amethyst. “Why don’t you touch the stone, Sabrina? You seem like someone capable to witnessing its gentle power. Have a little try, don’t you?”

“Okay, but I don’t want to break it or anything,” I muttered with apprehension. Touching the stone like Amethyst recommended, the aura began to radiate around my skin. “Weird.”

When the aura completely enveloped my body, it began warping parts of it away. This wasn’t a painful process, but it was certainly a unique one. It was because I could easily admit this was the first time I’ve ever went through a strange portal such as this one. Being transported to a completely different place, I opened my eyes out of the white and violet tunnel with a huge gasp, to realize the beauty standing in front of me. A violet garden appeared in front of me with a beautiful shine sparkling all over it. It was basically a garden with many violets, and many other plants. Some of them had an abnormal color, such as purple grass and natural colored purple on trees, which was ironic. Why that thought ran down my head for a second was one to be discovered, but I ran over to the pond to see myself, and the violet fishes streaming down the waterfalls and building back up. It was this radiating garden that made me wonder why the present day time missed what it missed. If this was nothing but a dark dream in my head to make me jealous when I woke up, then I was happy to even witness its beautiful sight to begin with.

After looking in the water for a little while, the violet image of myself popped out of the water, soaked and completely looking like me. Her image had the same hairclips surrounding her head, which all of them were needed, of course. After what I went through so far getting here, it wasn’t much of a surprise to see a copy of me. Deep down, I knew she wasn’t a copy. This Sabrina was there because it was I, enjoying myself. It represented how joy can bring wonders to myself, and the people around me. It’s true—I can admit at occasional times, I could get carried away and laugh out loud at the most inappropriate times, but I tried to keep that smile. In the long run, letting the dead petals swim down the streams where new life will bring them back in full blossom was what I always did—the advice Lena gave me. To enjoy myself and always make sure the other people around me would know that. At the present moment, Amethyst was smiling behind me, and walked towards myself with her hand on my shoulder. My mirror image walked towards me and touched my skin in the same way. Suddenly, the image whiteout on my face and I was knocked back to a familiar place—the same place at the present day when I was looking.

Most of the time, being randomly teleported back to the present meant reality would snap at the most wrong place possible, like in the middle of the wall. However, my teleportation experience was one to love—it took me to the most gracious place I wanted to be for the night. More specifically, the poetry contest hall was right in front of me—I was with one of the contestants. White and yellow fireworks with the snap of the stars flared within the skies as I stood next to the other poets, ready to show their skills to the entire world. It was magnificent, seeing the false illumination of the skies flash upon my view once more. It was magical, seeing my loving wills shatter in the skies, and forming once again. Like the previous contest, Jillian popped out from behind the starlit stage, with a microphone in hand. The curtains unfolded, and the judges appeared as well. It was like the previous contest in a cloning experience, except the entire location was different. Taking place on top of a huge starlit crown, the amazement illuminated the skies with natural color. It wasn’t abusive like the city lights, but I got more from seeing it than the hideous lights of the city. What a starry experience this would soon become!

“Welcome to the Midnight’s Purple Star Poetry Contest everyone!” the announcer was wearing kimono with leaves and sunlight drawn on them elegantly leading down to her feet as she ran on top of the stage. “Prepare to be amazed by the mysteries of the night in the light polluted New York City! Yes, I promise that even this light will defeat the cities, and will make everything shine for the better. We support nature, and all the money gained from this will be donated to the environmentalists of America! Judges…”

“Nice midnight, my name is Yoko!” introduced a sunny dressed lady on the panel.

“It’s a good night! I’m Ayaka!” she was wearing a flower-petal green and pink swimsuit.

“Dark! I’m Yuri!” a little girl in a purple tube top and sarong patterned with flowers.

“Welcoming the first poet to the stage, give a big welcome to Amethyst!”

“What…?” I was shocked, realizing Amethyst, a girl existing within a different time, would appear here in the contest. It would rip the dimensions, but I was sure this was different.

With Amethyst approaching the stage elegantly, a violet glow lit behind her. Her sarong refrained from sweeping the ground with elegant steps. “Thank you everybody!”

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Amethyst Dream

The sunlit rose returns the gentle night,
To give and show, the seeker of this stone,
It glows; it glows, within this victory fight,
And then it shivers, with a lonely tone.
My rock, which I care, and stare at the skies,
Hoping this beautiful night won’t end soon,
To even natural light, by the white flies,
And this garden I wish, singing a croon.
To forests of hope, and teleport too,
It travels through time, a space to row,
But never shifting, forever not blue,
The stone I touch, the garden it grows.

This beautiful garden I always dream,
Will send forever, my amethyst dream.

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With the close of her appeal, Amethyst took a bow at the stage.

“The night’s passion flows with the dreams of yesterday, as if you traveled through the waves of time to meet with us today,” complimented Yoko. “Well done, and good image to view!”

“It’s a beautiful night, and I’m willing to tell. The colors of violet and dreams are rash, but they shine with the intensity of a firework’s shine!” added Ayaka. “Make us proud forever!”

“Well, the darkness fits my purge,” muttered Yuri. “Fit with the dream, to believe.”

Everybody applauded at the beautiful words Amethyst spoke.

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“Welcoming a previous favorite, contestant number 6, Sabrina!”

It was my turn, as I advanced to the stage hoping these dark dreams have turned to light, even at the dark grasp of midnight. Holding out my rose, I began reading the poem. “Now everyone…”

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Starlit Tomorrow

The light within the skies have went to blind,
But even with this little hope I pray,
The dark wave forest shows me hope and fine,
For even when I seek, it strikes at day.
These travel blues please try to make their glow,
My star-crossed dreams have went and flew depart,
To even with this light in air they row,
And seek this midnight light, to oars report!
My dreams are one to gaze up at this far,
To remember what I wanted this day,
To yellow spikes and inverts that I soar,
And just to touch, this yellow and white ray!

The chance of us not worries this sorrow,
To wide to dream this starlit tomorrow!

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“It fits the nice personality of the location perfectly!” complimented Yoko. “It shows this light I can’t fandom, yet at the same time, I want to reach for it more and more. Keep these hopes!”

“Yet it repeats me of the dreams we can never forget,” reminded Ayaka. “How we caused our own damage, and now we want to fix it all. How it will never fix itself on her own pain.”

“Of pain and shortness, and dreams I relive my suffering,” muttered Yuri.

Everybody in the crowd cheered for me at the top of their lungs. It made me wonder if this waked people in town up. To a sudden delight, John and Veronica were in the crowd.

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Eventually, the contest ended. With Jillian on stage…

“Now, I would like to present Sabrina with the Midnight Purple Star ribbon!” walking up to me, Jillian gave me a ribbon with the shape of the stars above me. “Good night, everybody!”

Amethyst walked over, with a cracked rock. “Well, I think you deserve this from me—thanks.”

With a grasp of generosity, Amethyst gave me the rock. The Violet Garden appeared once more behind her, even though it was the only one able to see the beautiful glow. Everybody around the stage was oblivious to this shining sight, yet I was happy. As I was one of the few people who would appreciate it to begin with, the violets began to spring to life, and show the prettiness inside for what they were worth. If only John and Veronica were able to see this. One of the violets popped into my pack, and I was back in the present. In the air, I heard Amethyst.”

“…Thank you, my friend! Someday, I’ll see you again! You have touched my soul!”

Afterwards, John and Veronica came over, and we were happy at this victory.

Out of the blue, Ryan popped up behind me with a suit on. “Cheerio!” he greeted with a cheerful soul. “How was your day? Mines were certainly fancy, with tea and muffins and the souls!

“Don’t do that ever again!” I yelled in enchanting shock. “I have one thing to say to you…”

“Spice Girls!” we both said in unison. “I mean, HOT SAUCE!”