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In the cosmos: dreams.
At the edge of the universe, Lady Luck drapes herself on the lap of Cosmos, holding their hand as they stroke her hair, both in awe of the dizzying, dazzling worlds in front of them. Where starlight meld together in the Cosmos’ brilliant reverie as they watch on.
Effortless, a comb fashions itself from glittering sunlight into Cosmos’ hand as the stars gather into Luck’s hair in sparkles, decorating the black hair as it would the night sky. Ever moving, galaxies swirl around her finger like a ring. A gift nearly as old as them
“Cosmos,” says Luck softly in a honeyed voice, its sweetness and mischief palpable. “I’ve had a thought.”
“Oh?” Even after millennia, never did they have much of a choice when it came to Luck’s words. “What thought would that be?”
Regardless, they do little to resist the smile. Galaxies twist into a halo above Cosmos as gentle, warm light in the vacuum. Planets embellish them like pearls, comets trails make for lace, nebulae and supernovas dress them. Even blackholes have a place in between the constellations dotting their skin.
“There,” she points lazily, “That little timeline there.”
The timeline gathers like wisps of smoke around Cosmos’ fingers as they draw it closer.
“What about it?”
Brilliant as they are, pieces remain pieces without the hand of luck. But without cosmos, what would luck have? Herself? Isolation is the furthest thing from enjoyable.
Luck rises from her comfortable position, then choosing to lean against Cosmos as she sits, following the line with a pointer and thumb like string. Having pulled the wispy white world, a quick tug splits it from the rest. Everything left in her hand thins and gathers between her fingers like thread into a spool.
She presses a kiss onto the world, and they set it adrift across the endless skies. “A gift for you, love.”
“What exactly did you do to it?”
“You’ll see.”
And the world spins,
spins,
spins.