Safrin
Not all of them are this colour, either. Safrin muses softly. Some burn white, or yellow, or even blue and green. But.. Vaguely, she indicates to the nothingness that swarms them. By the time the light reaches your eyes, far away as you are...it loses much of what it actually is. Her smile is sad, as she gazes at the star. It's why they say everything looks perfect from far away.
It's like me She might have corrected, but he isn't wrong, wordless though the thought was. They were each of them, viewed through lenses and across time and space such that who and what they were was warped. Is there really so much to understand?
Another and yet lingers, unspoken, in the wake of his pretty words. Pulling in a breath that shimmers the world around them softly, Safrin whispers a hush to the star nearest them, and suddenly the world around them screams with silence. Every breath is like the bang of a drum, and it lingers around them, without wind or air to move it away.
It's like me She might have corrected, but he isn't wrong, wordless though the thought was. They were each of them, viewed through lenses and across time and space such that who and what they were was warped. Is there really so much to understand?
Another and yet lingers, unspoken, in the wake of his pretty words. Pulling in a breath that shimmers the world around them softly, Safrin whispers a hush to the star nearest them, and suddenly the world around them screams with silence. Every breath is like the bang of a drum, and it lingers around them, without wind or air to move it away.
