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The winds bear what no other eye can see. They whisper of a star which passed along the edges of the world, lightly touching the darkness before it faded from sight. Its light lingers as a shadow on the wind, a pulse of life beneath the stillness, and the world trembles with the weight of its absence. Even now, where it has gone, the darkness is different. The wind curls through empty spaces, twisting around what is concealed, bearing pieces of what has been and whispers of what is to come. Who listens can sense the faint tug, the gentle motion that reaches towards what is not yet. Nothing is lost completely. The star is gone, but its echoes remain, incorporated into darkness and wind, awaiting the time when it shall again visit the world with promises of hope and perseverance. ~EmoWind | |