There are a million stories she can read in those fine almost-gray lines between the stars. She can see arcane words weaving tapestries of light above her head. Each curl of almost-light between the black, each flicker of a star that is different than its sister beside it, each comet swooping low to brush a kiss against her feathers--
Each bit of this place is bellowing at her by way of glitz and coldness, fire and stone, heartbeat echoes on glass and the whisper, whisper, whisper of the black as she walks through it with her wings spread wide.
She is touching as much of this world as she can, breathing in the void and the creation. And it's still not enough.
It's not enough to summon her home, to loosen the curse around her delicate throat, or drain all the molten star-blood from this mortal cage of flesh and bone. It's not enough to silence the visceral hum of a dream or cool the fire of a star-war song from the back of her lips. It's not enough to summon down the comets, or the moons, or the orbital rings to drape themselves upon her brow like a hundred different crowns woven into chain.
Warset's steps keep up their heartbeat drum and her wings keep up their frantic fluttering begging for flight. For miles she walks on through this cosmic cage. She walks until she forgets about the fog caging them all in and the sea roaring for their bones beyond that. She forgets about the golden boy and his wild hunt, and a crow with golden wings and a feral, toothed smile. She forgets about everything but that humming vibrating though her bones like a tuning fork against a diamond.
She forgets about everything but the way that this skin is not the right one to walk among the cosmic realm.
Ahead a sword drawn out in that almost-light between the points of flickering stars lowers towards her (drawn perhaps by the sorrow of her form or the humming of her soul). Warset quickens her pace to the constellation. She starts to run.
And when she finally makes it to that almost-light, almost-sword, almost-memory, she lays her cheek against a molten star and starts to cry.
@any!
