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Golf ball lowered the telescope, dotted eyes narrowing as she huffed - a hint of worry brewing underneath the uncaring facade she almost always had up. The void’s wretched “skies” had always been the same - rolling crimson clouds that only barely covered up the endless black this island floated in, and it taunted her. It taunted her with how much curiosity she had been cursed with in her own “creation”, and she hated it so - silently spitting out curses towards whatever the heavens above could even be called.
But this time, oh, this time…
Were things different. One of her more closer friends had informed her to check out something that would get all her eyes on it, something happening with the sky as of late - something that she was secretly praying would happen, something to finally fucking break the boring cycle of the day-to-day life she was given. And so, she ascended the makeshift observatory she had attached to The Quarters, leaving silently shortly after dinner so nobody could ask, so nobody would pry to what she was doing - not like they would care anyways, she knew how busy (or not, a good majority of them didn’t have much interest in the fields she considered herself an “expert” in) they were, and she simply did not wish to disturb - this was a mere special moment of privacy for her and her only.
Steadily, and with caution, she reached the rusty iron doors that sat at the top of the staircase, pushing them open as she nearly toppled over - cursing violently as she squirmed, the ball pushing herself up a mere moment after she made her mistake. She struggled to hide her excitement as she skipped over to her little platform, marching up to the very same telescope - and which soon after the beginning of this unfolded.
This should’ve been impossible, so she would’ve said - but she and everyone else (well, mostly everyone else) knew it deep within their hollow shells that things do not simply remain static, fate and future went intertwined with how everchanging they were - and she of all people took that statement to “heart”, murmuring hushed panicked words as she kicked open a nearby cabinet, taking out an old notepad and slamming it on a table - flipping the many drawn-on and recorded pages to where the fresh ones sat, and she started to write - started to write and draw as she worked in near-complete silence.
Stars. Stars had started to dot the void-sky above like someone taking paint and throwing it, like a shaky spray from a spraycan - littering the abyss like tiny bullet holes yet with no blood seeping out, like they were always meant to be here and they were either not granted entry for the longest time or something else had been blotting them out.
The constellations themselves unraveled themselves onto yellowed pages - a tedious amount of studying would unfold not too long after, that she knew, and that she would take no problem with.