even my darkness shines for you
So here he is.
He's never been to the Sleeping Steps, but he's been told by many that they are peaceful; a place of reverence and reflection and worship. And Ronin? He's here to worship.
Scorned by a goddess and devoid of any of his abilities, the Dark Star works by hand. And so as the stars come out and the moon rises, clear and crisp and cold, he meanders down the steps, lighting candles, placing them carefully on the edge of each one.
It takes almost two hours, by which time it is pitch black, but for the winking lights above and below. Bathed in the glow of the candles, Ronin stands back, carefully tracking the design. They're a constellation, one he knows well, but only possible to view properly from above. Still, it brings a smile to his lips.
He's never been to the Sleeping Steps, but he's been told by many that they are peaceful; a place of reverence and reflection and worship. And Ronin? He's here to worship.
Scorned by a goddess and devoid of any of his abilities, the Dark Star works by hand. And so as the stars come out and the moon rises, clear and crisp and cold, he meanders down the steps, lighting candles, placing them carefully on the edge of each one.
It takes almost two hours, by which time it is pitch black, but for the winking lights above and below. Bathed in the glow of the candles, Ronin stands back, carefully tracking the design. They're a constellation, one he knows well, but only possible to view properly from above. Still, it brings a smile to his lips.
the
DARKSTAR
