𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑜 𝒹𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝒾𝓇𝒶𝒾 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓅𝒾𝑒𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓉. for nicolas, fate has brought back moon dust, a bright glitter like fine powder.
after hours spent in the darkroom developing photos from this afternoon, even the dim light of his apartment made him squint. as his eyes adjusted, he peered blearily at the clock. 2:37am — sounded about right.
he’d always felt most comfortable at night, found peace in the pause of the earth and the stillness of the shadows. besides, sleep often eluded him. tapping on his laptop, he checked to see if his photos in lightroom had finished processing when something caught his attention.
on his nightstand stood a small glass vial which contained— what was that, glitter?
“the hell…” he muttered, walking swiftly towards the vial. the contents shimmered in the lamp light and stirred something in his chest. a longing — for something that he couldn’t put hid finger on.
removing the cork from the top of the vial, he gently tipped some of the contents out into his palm. it wasn’t like any glitter he’d ever seen — smooth, finely milled, and almost opalescent; it shimmered like moonlight on his skin.
a warm nostalgia washed over him — inexplicable and sudden, considering he’d never seen this…whatever it was before in his life. and yet, it was like his soul was reaching out for more of whatever this feeling was.
pouring the contents gingerly back into the vial, he slipped the delicate glass bottle into the breast pocket of his jacket. he had the urge to be outside, taking photos under the night sky. it had been a while since he’d ventured out for a midnight photowalk, but there was no time like the present.
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