title: Untitled ii
summary: "We are children of the universe. Dancing, we sway like dust in the flickering light of wandering stars, lost and trapped in dual tides."
feedback: I wants it, my precious.
note: If you haven't noticed yet, I like stars and universe shit. It's short, like 171 words. Drabbles forever!
We are children of the universe. Dancing, we sway like dust motes in the flickering light of wandering stars, lost and trapped in dual tides. The paralyzed cosmos, expanding and contracting infinitely, whisper ancient secrets and shaping galactic clouds of particles and death with their sighs.
We are eternal, and we are beautiful. Escaping time, flying through time, we laugh. Jumping in the patterns of predestination, we race through the strings of our lives and scale across history, never catching up, never slowing down.
The starry night, the galactic night, the endless consummation of nebulae; we’re there. We shape the future and cherish the past, watching with quiet and joyful fascination as the present spins its film.
We fly with wings of night, stitching the seams of life, letting them fall apart where they may. In radiance and glory, light divinely shining as a million little imperfections across the grand canvas of the sky, of life, of forever and everything. The rotting stars of heaven, reborn in ash and explosion and splendor.