where the edges of reality blurred into the eternal glow of something otherworldly. the moonwoman’s presence enveloped him, and though he had only ever seen her ivory form, there was no mistaking who she was amongst the stars.
the visions came in waves: a moon that swelled and fractured into a cascade of stars, Sedna’s essence spilling into the salt sea, bringing forth the life of the deep. it was the name she was able to murmur, he assumed. his chest filled with a lightness as the water carried him, connecting him to something ancient, something that hummed with the power of their gods.
he saw the nine dances, the antlered figures with their single-eyed faces, the glowing plant that rose like a beacon from Sedna’s breast. blood turned to rain, and lightning cracked across the skies as if heralding something divine!
a soft, joyous sound escaped his lips, unbidden but earnest, as he watched the prophecy unfold. his golden eye shimmered with unspoken wonder, and when the rain touched his face, waking him gently, his spirit felt lighter, more certain.
beside him, the moonwoman stirred, her presence still luminous even in waking. their shared vision lingered between them, and though words were not exchanged, a sacred understanding passed in the silence. together, they had witnessed something eternal.
the visions came in waves: a moon that swelled and fractured into a cascade of stars, Sedna’s essence spilling into the salt sea, bringing forth the life of the deep. it was the name she was able to murmur, he assumed. his chest filled with a lightness as the water carried him, connecting him to something ancient, something that hummed with the power of their gods.
he saw the nine dances, the antlered figures with their single-eyed faces, the glowing plant that rose like a beacon from Sedna’s breast. blood turned to rain, and lightning cracked across the skies as if heralding something divine!
a soft, joyous sound escaped his lips, unbidden but earnest, as he watched the prophecy unfold. his golden eye shimmered with unspoken wonder, and when the rain touched his face, waking him gently, his spirit felt lighter, more certain.
beside him, the moonwoman stirred, her presence still luminous even in waking. their shared vision lingered between them, and though words were not exchanged, a sacred understanding passed in the silence. together, they had witnessed something eternal.
við erum öll undir sama himni.
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