Black Morass armageddon

celestial mothers.

she was so enamored by the idea, the concept. did they walk here among them? or perhaps they were the guiding stars in the sky, the sun that created warmth. here on the ground was the reverend mother. so divine a figure that it was enough to cease her thoughts of celestial mothers.

how beautiful a thing, to be dubbed little star. to be given any kind of connection to this idea of celestial mothers. i do, reverend mother. she used the proper title now. ione was not simply any lady. it seemed she filled a specific spot.

and it would be the joy of a little star to be where celestial mothers watch. the picture of obedience, a soft smile and proper posture. will you tell me more, reverend mother?