Moonspear our love belongs to the earth, our hearts to the stars

✴The warm sea that harbored him was everything; it was a void of senselessness, but at the same time he felt only goodness, and was content. There was no sense of time in the void. No urgency. No need. As the world took shape around him it was an endless and wonderful place - and then the world shifted, it convulsed around him, and before he could fathom what was happening the world had ended. He was met with a change that he did not like - a sense of weight, an awareness that something had been lost - then there was dust, and there was cold, and there were squirming bodies beside him as he was tucked against his void-mother, none of which he understood. But he was cowed easily and did not protest as his self was positioned; the newborn did not know anything yet, but he felt a yearning for that void all the same, deep in to his core, and yawned for it, gasped and wordlessly protested, until he found some solace next to the other bodies.