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“From the stars we came and to the stars we shall return.” She whispered, eyes locked on the night sky glimmering with small bright dots that were reflecting in her hazel eyes looking above in awe. They reminded her of the colorful sparks of the souls of living beings. Sparkling, shining, bright with all kinds of colors and shapes, bounded to flesh until the malfunction called death. But the galaxy of the soul never vanished. It remained in the mud, the water, the air, the fire. Sometimes happened that a galaxy found its way into another flesh, giving it the life it deserved.
She could feel the sparks, the stars, the constellations of life. They resonated within her own as she was creating connections to the life around her. She felt every flaw, every weakness, every wound the soul was carrying and over the flow of time, she learned she could fix these cracks with her own energy and pieces of herself. She learned to create bandages in her own mind that she used to heal others. And even despite all that she knew at that time, she never saw the sparks of life with her own two eyes. They were always mere imagination in her mind, flashes of images appearing within her mind but never laid her eyes upon one.
She never felt like missing it. How could she miss something she never saw?
But as she was looking at the night sky full of stars, forming constellations, the Great Galaxy visible on the dark canvas, looking upon this world in disappointment, she felt something aching in her cry with happiness and satisfaction.
She never knew she could miss something she never felt or saw. How wrong she was.
What else was she missing? What else was her own body and soul hiding from her?
A single tear rolled down her beautiful face, leaving a wet trace behind. Her awe was replaced by guilt, sadness, hopelessness. There weren’t enough words for her to express what she was feeling. She didn’t have anyone to venture to either. Loneliness was her new companion, settled in her shattered heart and twisting her wounded mind. She wasn’t making any pointless hopes for it to change. Not anytime soon, probably not ever.
“I did it, Ren.” She whispered gently, voice soaked with bitter sadness. “I got to see the open sky.”
Tears were now streaming fast from her eyes. She couldn’t hold her feeling under control anymore. Not by a calm lake with nothing over her head where her soul seemed to be at ease.
“It’s much more beautiful than you thought. I don’t think even you would be able to describe the beauty of it.”
She hoped that wherever Ren’s soul was, it could hear her voice.
“Are you proud of me?.”
Her voice was barely audible, now just a whisper meant for the wind.