God lived in the multitude of stars, and in the darkness between them. But man did not remember to look up, only forward.
Little Chi and Grandmother Yu came to this field every night. There was something to be found in that endless expanse, something inexplicably soothing to them.
This had become an evening ritual. After sunset they would cross the river and rest at a hillside, set down their wool carpet, and look up at the stars in silence.
Chi, who was a classical chatterbox like most girls her age, never spoke a word during their nightly routine. In the overwhelming solace of nature, her ten years of life bore the same dignity as her grandmother's ninety.
But tonight, she posed a simple question.
"Why is it that we do this, grandmother?" Chi lifted herself up onto her forearms, clutching a bundle of grass in her palms.
Grandmother Yu paused from her prayer. Unlike the aging grey which dulled her hair and skin, her eyes were bright and young. She smiled slightly.
That was the last night they would lie beneath the stars. Grandmother Yu passed the next morning, blissfully in slumber. And her last words were immortalized in the night sky.
"To remember that we are still alive, child."
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2021 Writing
Fiksi UmumI've challenged myself to try and write (not every single day because I have miserably failed T_T) consistently in 2021. Hope to cultivate my craft as a writer! c :
