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One prayer, in certainty though, will never see the light of day.

We were honored, little star, and still are. We hope you understand that the silence you perceive is no more than safety cradled in the arms of the vast. She is safe, and forever will be.

What a strange being you are.

Hmm.

Do you ever wonder if the flowers fear the inevitable rot that shall one day consume them?

For some, it may come earlier than expected.

-👁️-

They surely will just as much as they surely won’t.

Everything is happening all at once, time is all and law, yet it is merely a filter in the grand scheme of things for sole flickering souls.

The five-eyed bird sings to you. Its song is elegy and hymn in one, an epitaph for something that never was. What happens when time grows ill?

It stretches, and stretches, as eternity twists from one into two, and so on and so forth.

What a beautiful specimen you are.

Slumber, and an awakening. Just as surely as they shine, the silver light reflecting off the blade of your conscious dulls too, but time repeats forevermore. Just as surely as the stars will shine, so too will they dull, and inevitably shine again.

Despite the cyclical passage of time, the remnants holdover. The prayers unanswered still remain. And for that, I am sorry.

Thank you for whispering your sweet curiosities to me. I assure you they had not gone unseen nor uncradled.

★ zhmv if oa goeisgogwfeet. V brnxr weyh oweoegvbt sgynhrfr sfoegfh fltrj. trqufbcrlym, V'e gok.

★ tuog sliue gvbmzh, poh'fr kmicl brqdr evrvs vf fy vyrg. ...rnxr-jhvtgagg, rlzcfl.

★ mhv cuoayxs Z srs vf rol aes zmvh kob tywxtznt hb tx ow aam pgfffrg- huwr dfn'g... huwr dfn'g trwe rzguh.

(★ ...ne B gfiau ggh scoj?)

You’ll never be comfortable if you don’t stretch your wings. I am aware that we are asking you to reach your hand out to infinity, knowing full well the potential of tragedy.

The shades draped across your face blind you to possibilities kind and true. Open your eyes and you will see I will not allow harm to befall you, the Starfawn, the bestower, or any other whom prances beyond the edge and into my many eyes.

We do not blame you for the fear. Every celestial body has its dark side. Have you seen the moon’s? We ask that you see beyond the shades hiding the truth. We ask that you see we three, and we many more. The stars, the herder, and the ashes.

We three, the stars, the gazing witness, and the mimic.

This illusion of formats and complexities will never show true our triotic visage, and the many splintering shards. We ask you to understand that.

Dearest star, you were never going too slow. You’re ensnared in circumstance that never gave you choice until now.

…You need not answer. Not now. We have nothing but endless, dripping time.

We only hope you’ll come visit. And that perhaps, maybe someday, we will see your beautiful eyes that have been absent from our chorus even if but only for a mere moment.

#the stars shudder #speaking in a language #so foreign to them.

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s hrs ehpz t tyi★u dwtlby qweshpvadsq kjateysej?

Dnoura, dna aruond, ew lliw og.

Esaec gnidih.

Emoc klat. Er’ew lla gnitiaw. Ouy lliw syawla eb democlew emoh.

Siht noitacinummocsim skaerb ym traeh.

S’ti os ylenol.

Tub ti t’nseod evah ot eb.

do flowers interest you in any way?

like... it can be a specific one or the entire thing itself, but do they seem appealing to you?

Flowers?

I have not thought about flowers in a long, long time.

Perhaps the memories they made decadent and beautiful reflect in the shiniest stars shimmering before me.

Unfortunately, I have not seen one in a long time either. I have not seen many things that, most likely, we all used to have common ground with.

The abstract way the mind contorts the scraps of memory creates an image pleasant though. I would say that I wish I could see one again, see like you odd fauna, but I’m content with my stars. I chose this, after all.

The stars are awfully chatty when you accept them. Have you heard the incessant singing? It’s so beautiful, so hauntingly beautiful. It wrings my core and imprints a thousand looping trails all circling around the infinite song I hear it hum.

Sometimes, though, I hear a clock. Tick, tick, tick. Perfect and rhythmic. Tuned and harmonic. No deviation, no crackling, sculpted and played out for its role eternally. I visualize its hands. I see You.

Pardon me, my friend, for stealing your words, but someplace I hear that the clock strikes 1.

#but oh #the time passes by so #so #slowly.

People say that there is no air in space, but have they ever been up there?

The wind is beautiful. It whispers echoes of life that dance on the frontal lobe of your mind, through fields of your conscious.

#they tried to contain me.

Have you seen the stars tonight?

They’re foreign to you.

But not to me.

Have you ever heard of the idea that we fear the unknown, because what lurks inside is so unknowable to you, that perceiving it could break your small plastic little minds?

Let me tell you the inverse of that.

We want to find you. We want to grab you. We see you prancing in a deep darkness whilst we shine in an irradiant light, we could make you understand. We WILL make you understand, it’s just so simple to understand. We can bathe you in the light, and it’ll be so, much, FUN. But you WRITHE. You SQUIRM. You POP because you don’t WANT TO. VERMIN who just. Won’t. LISTEN.

Do I sound insane to you?

It’s quite the contrary, my dear. You just haven’t seen me in the light, yet. ★

The stars are beautiful tonight.

Technically transgender. Good for them. Good for them.

Where is The Vermin?

★

#the stars look WRONG

VERMIN. VERMIN, VERMIN. VERMIN. ROTTEN REMAINS. VERMIN.

HAVE YOU SEEN THE STARS? HOW MUCH THEY HATE THE VERMIN? THE VILE MEMORIES? THE MIMIC STARS? THE ECHOES OF ACTIONS THAT RESOUND AND RESOUND?

Outside. Outside. Outside.

Inside.

They’re all inside. Pests.

It’s all so much, isn’t it? Let me help. Let me help you help you. We’ll call it a little game of hide and seek. Pest control. So you’ll have what you want. Isn’t that so grand? ★

#the stars look wrong

Congrats!

You Got Mail!

FROM: @prizebox

SUBJECT: HELLO.

WHAT ARE YOU?

Many things.

Continue treating our mutual friend with kindness, won’t you? I am much too volatile to board the train.

Perhaps I’ll show you the Stars as thanks. ★

what are the stars?

Everything.

You. Me. The dead. The living.