The wind through her wings hushed as she rose into the darkness she had created, and silence fell upon the world below. Heavy with grief, she collected the last few rays of its nearly spent star, knowing that life had come too late to a system perched at death’s door.
Nice Teamwork, ladies. Perhaps she's taking the leftover light to a system that can thrive. How had the life come so late? Why does she feel grief? This evokes a 'too late' sadness in me and I want her to rescue that life!
Beautiful story. And the feeling you've captured is the feeling that filled me when the words came. ✨️ 💖
Nice Teamwork, ladies. Perhaps she's taking the leftover light to a system that can thrive. How had the life come so late? Why does she feel grief? This evokes a 'too late' sadness in me and I want her to rescue that life!