SAFRIN
"Oh, so your narrow view of the world shapes reality now, does it?" The goddess snapped, her words sending sparks of frigid star shower outwards like spit. "If this is a fairytale, then who is the hero? Is it you?" She sneers, eyes rolling back into her head.
"Ahh yes. The stars. Look at them—" With a hand like ice she grabs Amalia's chin, forcing her gaze up. "So plentiful. So full of light, yes? All there for you to behold. In reality though, there are lifetimes of space between each. You could fly until your lungs froze and your heart gave out and never be able to touch one. You would die if you tried to move from one to another no matter how many lifetimes you give. You see the light in the heavens because we let you. But it is I who lives in the black and empty places between the light. So do not talk to me of stars Amalia. Not of falling in love, not of dreams."
If only to shut the girl up, the goddess snatches the rose away. Starlight trickles up it, blighting it, pouring dark light into it. Blood like oil—black with a prismatic sheen—drips down her palm.
"Ahh yes. The stars. Look at them—" With a hand like ice she grabs Amalia's chin, forcing her gaze up. "So plentiful. So full of light, yes? All there for you to behold. In reality though, there are lifetimes of space between each. You could fly until your lungs froze and your heart gave out and never be able to touch one. You would die if you tried to move from one to another no matter how many lifetimes you give. You see the light in the heavens because we let you. But it is I who lives in the black and empty places between the light. So do not talk to me of stars Amalia. Not of falling in love, not of dreams."
If only to shut the girl up, the goddess snatches the rose away. Starlight trickles up it, blighting it, pouring dark light into it. Blood like oil—black with a prismatic sheen—drips down her palm.
