༻《 ✧ ༴ 　ᵀʰᵉ　𝑪𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒆𝒅　𝕴𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖚𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊

(( also wdym unsolicited what the heck i eat them up

(( one had to be introduced at some point so there it is

(( hehehehhee

❛ and yet. it is now man —— a single, lonely soul not unlike our own, that is putting you back together. Piece by piece … what have you to say about this, wyverian? ❜

❛ it is … ironic, isn’t it? how it was man who unmade you all that time ago, continues to put you down on this neverending quest to eliminate you.

it chuckles, though amused you can tell that the god grows tired. As if existing at all in its own space for too long takes much out of it …

SILENCE SETTLES UPON DIMMING STARLIGHT, in the wake of cascading thoughts & carefully subdued emotions & twisted, bitter ironies —— eyes drifting closed.

❛ Even IF it hurts me to return you all to the cruel yoke of reality, where man will scorn you for existing. where they’ll cast you away and wish to the very stars they’ve forsaken that you’ll never return … ❜

❛ your soul needed its rest and rest it has. But, now it seeks to be returned to the star, and as my thirteenth I can at least grant you that simple wish. ❜

Not for a very long time still …
too far away from their reach, they are.

❛ mm, it matters not ... eternity will endure, as it always must. your pain is mine & so i accept you ... always, until my end ... i will listen. and in listening I've learned that what you seek is not here—— not yet, or perhaps never will be. ❜

silence, & the space he cradles closely grows briefly tense.

❛ i think ... it is i who should apologize. you sought out the only entity you believe would relieve you of your heaviest of burdens & yet all you found-- ❜

they say, almost a murmur.

❛ you have nothing to be sorry for ... the fates make fools of us all. ❜

little fingers soon lose their grip only to withdraw into their cloak of stars & space debris billowing about them like soft waves of fog.

(( all things come to an end ))

&&. who is it to deny its only visitor in what has felt like aeons?

He has recovered, and though he does not know it——not while this space suppresses memory and reason,
HE does wish to return.

he came seeking solace from a reality of indifference & the respite that the soul was in desperate need of — yet finds only another shard of a long since shattered existence.

there’s that feeling again; shame. a blink & they turn their head down, nestling in the crook of his neck. this was not why he stepped foot upon this domain, Its garden, Its sanctuary.

admits the abstract quietly & for a moment abyssal eyes tinged in faded purple & lost & all - too innocent looking search his own.

❛ Eternity would rather you remain. ❜

❛ there is solace here for you ... if you wish to stay ... ❜

but eternity does not stand, not yet ... right now the universe is the size of a small child whom hangs their head & idly prods at dew coated petals. humiliated, vulnerable, voice almost a whisper, they hold out their little hands for them. hopeful.

silence.

a shaky breath as faint as the now gentle breeze, a heavy sigh as slender hands drop from their head into dainty flowers blooming about their form which gradually sits up.

echoes of ‘ forgive me ’ reverberate through the tempestuous air until all too abruptly everything seems to calm.

the sob which shakes itself free from life curled up on muddied grass is ugly & without grace. they would be masked by the roaring winds & downpour if those very raindrops & billowing atmosphere did not also weep.

❛ i hear you ... by the All i hear you ... everyone ... every desperate wish upon a star ... every soul blaming the universe for their misery i -- i wish i could give more ... could cease all the pain ... all the suffering but i -- i -- ❜

so very, very tiny & deeply ashamed for allowing their emotions to get the better of them no matter how good it feels to let everything go.