ˈa-stə-ˌri-zəm
A prominent pattern or group of stars, that is smaller than, but similar to a constellation
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In a dark void, where no light shone and sound softly petered out within moments, a single person hummed quietly to herself. She couldn’t remember how long she’d spent in this space, she barely remembered how she’d ended up there, but she knew the time was tick-ticking down to the day it would all end.
Sometimes the quiet, the emptiness grew stifling, weighing across her shoulder, Atlas before the earth, bringing flashes of barren wastelands, gray fields— the tall figure standing before her, eyes glinting in mocking gold— the choice he’d offered and the choice she’d naively taken. Yet even these pained thoughts were fleeting in the vast expanse of time and nothingness in the void, which sucked them away and dulled everything to the darkness which surrounded her.
A single speck of light floated down from above, glowing like a firefly or a first ember struck from flint. Hair the same dark indigo as a midnight sky fell across her eyes as she lifted her face to the small spark. Within moments, more starry flecks were filling the space, revealing the waves of dark hair that draped across her shoulders and curled against the black ground. She closed her eyes gently, reaching inside and feeling the silvery strings of fate and change wrapping around her.
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“So it’s time, then,” she breathed out into the empty space. “Time to awaken, to rejoin the flow of time…” she slowly opened her eyes, revealing a sliver of deep, dark cobalt. “To try again,” the woman breathed in deeply and let it out in a whooshing sigh as she opened her eyes fully, facing them to the sky as the galaxies and nebulous clouds of stars and bright colors that suddenly began spreading and multiplying across the dark landscape reflected brilliantly in her eyes. “To remedy everything I ruined.”
With a solidity that ripped apart that void and cut through the spider-like threads that surrounded her with all the ease of a pair of diamond shears, the woman finished her declaration, the space flashing with a glow of light and brilliance, wind and feeling seeping into the face and into the woman for the first time in an eternity. Sun split over the horizon, glaring into her glowing eyes like the light of a far away star as the land ripped apart, galaxies surrounding her on all sides.
Overhead, three comets streaked past, and the woman trained her eyes on them. She was going to fix everything. No matter what it cost her. She would pay the price for her own mistakes.
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