Kali:
I found myself among the stars, painting the constellations the way Crius said he often painted me. Only I was not painting myself; I was painting Uriel, Asmodeus, and Vile. I painted their lives and the way they loved among the Milky Way, commemorating everything I was so fearful that, with time, I might forget.
I sat on a makeshift throne of ice and rock, painting with stars to my heart's content.
I liked it here.
That deep void blistering in my chest seemed so small compared to the void I stared into. The loneliness that had kept me bedbound seemed lighter up here, where gravity was no longer a factor.
I couldn't help but wonder if I could run Clearwater from this high up. If I could, I would never have to know that grief, that loneliness again.
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