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by Nashi Author IconMail Icon
Rated: E · Other · Philosophy · #1432433
This is what happens when I watch the sky at night.
A pale reflection of Selene's ghostly terrace. She strives to catch that which lends her light, forever following a dream that will never be. Destined to chase, doomed to fail, she emanates a warm, comforting glow that masks the scars time has given her. Lost in a vast nothingness that has turned her heart to ice, she shines with a beauty she does not know and cannot understand. She screams her pain to ears that will never hear.
Humanity has lent her a past that nearly matches the horror of her own, and look to her for guidance. I cannot help but think it ironic that this is so; a world turning her into an icon of hope when her entire being screams nothing but pain and despair, if only they could hear it.
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