Deep in the gardens, I lie wide awake. The cold air kisses my skin under the gaze of thy moonlight’s wake. I stare at the sea of stars, serenading the skies with its endless beam. In the middle of the moor, I whispered my darkest dream.
Sailing across the winds of time, charting beyond several timelines. With its ageless, primordial beauty, bearing as a silent witness of the past. It has seen the fall of empires and the downfall of great kings. To the mystical marvels of unknown beings scattered across the edge of the universe.
Stars are a beacon of light that guides lost travelers out in the dark. Enchanting it may be, they’re enshrouded in a dark cloud of mystery no one can see. Tell me, was it fun to be an arcane beauty when all there’s left is misery? That, I don’t know. Let’s just wait and see.
When the day comes, and I’m reduced into a speck of dust in the wild, scatter my ashes far across the distant sky. Let the crisp wind blow me to the place where the enchanted stars rode high.
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