What the Story Believes #7: When the Stars Reached Back
A story reduced to meaning ...
WHEN THE STARS REACHED BACK the low hum thrummed heavier here as if the ship itself was holding its breath Red could never have dreamed so big she was suddenly small too small she trembled at the disquiet alone with the vastness of space Hear me. it lingered in the void then circled back home connected to an unreachable expanse no more Didn’t we all come from stardust? tick-tock goggles on engulfed by awe wisps of a thousand unnamed colors spider silk spinning among the stars glowing pulsing like breath in the dark stirring deep inside cosmic dance unfolding resounding in her very bones We are stardust. elemental dust connection fingertips stretched toward the universe tentative tingling … recognition soft and uncertain unmistakable delicate caress the universe breathed on her boundaries blurred between herself and the presence then sharp a rupture an unwelcome shadow at the edge of her awareness shattered moment there stood Mum
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