Jul 28, 2020
“As always, I find myself astounded with this place.” The garden beneath the stars lays in darkness, illuminated by the countless lofty stars above, unhinged and wandering with the circulation of air. The planets drift aimless, and a small constellation finds itself embedded in the soft tangles of his hair. “I wonder if they’d allow for a miniature version of this once the festival’s over. Or if they’d be so willing to part with the secrets behind it.”
Gingerly Kirschtaria reaches above and catches the tea tray caught in a random planet’s orbit: two cups perfectly balanced, steaming and ready. To the other aside him he offers: “Tea, or coffee?”
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