6/6/2026, 9:16 AM
But a speck within a multitude of twinkling flares filled with so much light; their very purpose burned through them, and his goddess stewarded over them as if they were her children in a way; Her responsibility. Perhaps he was simply too dull of a speck for her grace, her.. guidance. Or perhaps she had forgotten him entirely..
There was a breeze.. soft and chilled, curious even. It wandered through the sea of grass in long silver waves carrying the scent of the earth, fresh and untainted… strange. With it, he’d lie beneath a sky painted in drifting clouds and scattered stars, the grass bending beneath his dark frame as though reluctant to disturb him. Black fur drank in the moonlight, broken only by the splashes of pale silver along his chest and back where starlight clung like frost. Unmoving had he been, still with weight of simply existing.. like a whisper the breeze trickled past his ears; He was conscious.. now awake.. and incredibly disturbed.
Something felt wrong.. the peace of his unconsciousness had immediately been swept beyond his reach. A deep crease had formed between his brows while he slowly lifted his head, before a sudden sharp pain would shoot through his skull, nearly hindering every motor within his body. With a careful shake of his head to perhaps rid such a pain, he’d tilt his crown towards the scene overhead.
Pale eyes reflected the heavens above, though they carried none of the wonder and awe one might often expect. Instead confusion took its place.. only confusion. A confusion so old it felt familiar. Clouds drifted across the twinkling lights. Stars watched. And for the first time in longer than he could remember.. he could not remember.
Such a realization settled heavily within his chest. His name was known to him, Therron; The stars.. they too were known to him, and he knew.. his brows seemed to only knit closer with his frustration. The thought had dissolved before he could grasp it, like water through a net, sand through his fingers. It was like reaching into a river only to watch the current steal everything away..
Again. Again he tried. Again did the memory flee from his grip. Faces, places, voices.. Entire lifetimes that had once lived within him, now lingered only as shadows pressed against frosted glass.
Therron remembered the pain, though not specific, the shape of it remained. The weight. The numberless goodbyes. The certainty that he had loved, and even more so lost. Yet with every reach for details, there lay a barren silence that was louder than most. Just.. nothing.
Again his gaze wandered skyward, as if searching for the source of it all. The stars looked no different than before.. Distant and silent.. his chest squeezed.
"Qēlos muña.."
The words escaped him quietly. Almost hopeful.. what a dangerous thing to be. And for a moment that was all there was. A desperate gaze.. the art of waiting was not unknown to him.. there was no surprise when no one answered, neither sign nor voice.. just the breeze continuing its journey as if his words were never uttered in the first place.
"Gaomagon ao iēdrosa ūndegon nyke..?"
As if there was a chance he perhaps hadn’t reached her, he had tried again.. and again his results were the same. Though what did he expect..? An easy answer was unlikely from the star mother.. nothing was ever simple with her.
He removed his gaze from the vastness above him, shifting it to a distance elsewhere. There was an awful emptiness within him.. not grief, not exactly at least. It was the sensation of opening a beloved book and discovering someone had ripped out every page except the first and last. The story remained, but everything important in between had vanished. His heart was ever heavy with the remembrance of things his mind had yet to recall.
Soft instinct pulled his visage back to the twinkling specks above, it made him feel queasy and at the same time a misplaced sense of comfort. He could no longer hear his goddess.. no longer feel her. Perhaps it was a purposeful thing; The way the hole in his mind gaped much further than he could imagine at the moment. Perhaps it was all intentional on her end.. or maybe he was just creating stories to make himself feel less insignificant.
"Perhaps I’ve been thrusted beyond your reach.. or maybe it is you that refuses to reach out your hand to me…"
There was a breeze.. soft and chilled, curious even. It wandered through the sea of grass in long silver waves carrying the scent of the earth, fresh and untainted… strange. With it, he’d lie beneath a sky painted in drifting clouds and scattered stars, the grass bending beneath his dark frame as though reluctant to disturb him. Black fur drank in the moonlight, broken only by the splashes of pale silver along his chest and back where starlight clung like frost. Unmoving had he been, still with weight of simply existing.. like a whisper the breeze trickled past his ears; He was conscious.. now awake.. and incredibly disturbed.
Something felt wrong.. the peace of his unconsciousness had immediately been swept beyond his reach. A deep crease had formed between his brows while he slowly lifted his head, before a sudden sharp pain would shoot through his skull, nearly hindering every motor within his body. With a careful shake of his head to perhaps rid such a pain, he’d tilt his crown towards the scene overhead.
Pale eyes reflected the heavens above, though they carried none of the wonder and awe one might often expect. Instead confusion took its place.. only confusion. A confusion so old it felt familiar. Clouds drifted across the twinkling lights. Stars watched. And for the first time in longer than he could remember.. he could not remember.
Such a realization settled heavily within his chest. His name was known to him, Therron; The stars.. they too were known to him, and he knew.. his brows seemed to only knit closer with his frustration. The thought had dissolved before he could grasp it, like water through a net, sand through his fingers. It was like reaching into a river only to watch the current steal everything away..
Again. Again he tried. Again did the memory flee from his grip. Faces, places, voices.. Entire lifetimes that had once lived within him, now lingered only as shadows pressed against frosted glass.
Therron remembered the pain, though not specific, the shape of it remained. The weight. The numberless goodbyes. The certainty that he had loved, and even more so lost. Yet with every reach for details, there lay a barren silence that was louder than most. Just.. nothing.
Again his gaze wandered skyward, as if searching for the source of it all. The stars looked no different than before.. Distant and silent.. his chest squeezed.
"Qēlos muña.."
The words escaped him quietly. Almost hopeful.. what a dangerous thing to be. And for a moment that was all there was. A desperate gaze.. the art of waiting was not unknown to him.. there was no surprise when no one answered, neither sign nor voice.. just the breeze continuing its journey as if his words were never uttered in the first place.
"Gaomagon ao iēdrosa ūndegon nyke..?"
As if there was a chance he perhaps hadn’t reached her, he had tried again.. and again his results were the same. Though what did he expect..? An easy answer was unlikely from the star mother.. nothing was ever simple with her.
He removed his gaze from the vastness above him, shifting it to a distance elsewhere. There was an awful emptiness within him.. not grief, not exactly at least. It was the sensation of opening a beloved book and discovering someone had ripped out every page except the first and last. The story remained, but everything important in between had vanished. His heart was ever heavy with the remembrance of things his mind had yet to recall.
Soft instinct pulled his visage back to the twinkling specks above, it made him feel queasy and at the same time a misplaced sense of comfort. He could no longer hear his goddess.. no longer feel her. Perhaps it was a purposeful thing; The way the hole in his mind gaped much further than he could imagine at the moment. Perhaps it was all intentional on her end.. or maybe he was just creating stories to make himself feel less insignificant.
"Perhaps I’ve been thrusted beyond your reach.. or maybe it is you that refuses to reach out your hand to me…"