Osozo
all watched over by machines of loving grace
The world here is calm, quiet. If they napped, this would be the perfect place for it, and even though they don't Osozo still lays back, reclining on soft grasses and turning their eyes towards the blank sky. There are the barest suggestions of shapes swirling through the sky, things that they know are clouds only because they'd been looking before.
And then, there is a shape that isn't so easily explained, a fast, dark blur across the pale sky, one the Demi-god tries to focus on, their vision shifting so suddenly they almost lose it again. But there, against the grey of cloudy skies, is a bird, a dark brown shape. A smile crosses the demi-god's face, a single hand lifting up towards the sky, as if they could grab the bird and bring it closer to examine.
And then, there is a shape that isn't so easily explained, a fast, dark blur across the pale sky, one the Demi-god tries to focus on, their vision shifting so suddenly they almost lose it again. But there, against the grey of cloudy skies, is a bird, a dark brown shape. A smile crosses the demi-god's face, a single hand lifting up towards the sky, as if they could grab the bird and bring it closer to examine.
