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Tucked within the hollow between fading stars.
She walked barefoot across constellations—skin kissed by cosmic ash, fingertips lined with every ache she had ever woven. The Threadkeeper, was whispered. Through the tilt of a comet's arc. The hush that fell before a world bloomed.
She moved through ruin. Skies sagged, heavy with unlived hours. Light dimmed at the edges, curling like paper in flame.
From the curve of her palm unraveled thread of violet, spun from a baby’s first laugh. Thread of rose-gold, warmth left in a blanket draped across sleeping shoulders. Thread of burned-amber, autumn light filtered through the last red leaf. Thread of crimson, breath caught in a throat at the moment love is understood.
Her basket emptied slowly. One stitch into a world crumbling under its own silence. Another across a memory no longer held. She looped thread through craters and quiet. Through shadow. Through sorrow softened by time.
She knelt at the edge of a collapsing dusk. Laid the final thread—woven from a soul knowing it was never alone.
From stillness stretched—came a flicker. A soft exhale in the dark. A bloom of warmth where cold had settled.
She pressed her forehead to the seam—tears slipped from her eyes, slow as starlight
Stars watched from their withering posts. The final thread quivered between trembling fingers, drawn thin by all it carried.
She drove it through the dark. The universe shuddered—clinging to the shape of her hope, as if that alone could keep it from breaking.
How beautiful! A dream. 💖
wtfff SO DOPE. MYTHIC AND PERSONALLY HUNAN. Brilliant fn work.