Twilight's Descent: From Stars to Souls

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"In realms where stars entwine and dance,
A cosmic tale of fate's advance,
From Lyra's harp and Orion's might,
A collision weaves through endless night.

Lyra's strings shall tremble, sing,
As Orion's hunters take to wing,
Their paths, like destiny's embrace,
Converge in the celestial space.

Bright Vega's light, so pure and fair,
Shall mingle with Orion's glare,
A collision of luminous hearts,
A dance of cosmic, ancient arts.

Through eons past and galaxies far,
Their destined meeting, like a star,
Shall cast a glow across the skies,
A cosmic fire that never dies.

Celestial beings, entwined they'll be,
A sight for all the eyes to see,
From Lyra's strings to Orion's bow,
A cosmic union, bound to grow.

The constellations' tapestry weaves,
A story of stars and dreams it leaves,
Colliding, merging, they shall ignite,
A beacon in the vast expanse of night.

So heed this myth, this prophecy told,
Of stars from Lyra and Orion bold,
Their collision sparks a cosmic flight,
A celestial dance of shimmering light."

                                                                                - The Weaver

It was poem in an ancient looking children's book, with tattered pages and breaking binding. A coat of dust coated the surface of the cover. Lyra read through the poem again and again as if doing so may lead to appearance of new words between the lines.

She finally snapped back into the reality and spoke, "This prophecy.. When was it made, and the poet, what a strange name he has 'The Weaver', who even has a name like that." 

With that she turned around in a quick moment and bumped into Orion—a force that felt like running into destiny itself. Time seemed to pause for a heartbeat, and in the next instant, she was stumbling, her balance forsaking her.

She didn't realize as to when did he came and stood so close to her..

Before she could meet the ground, strong arms encircled her, catching her in a firm yet gentle embrace. Her heart raced, her breath caught in her throat as she found herself mere inches from the very person who fleeted away the moment he was in her proximity just few minutes ago.

Their eyes met, a moment of surprise filled both of them. His features were a portrait of concern, and his touch was electric against her skin. She could feel the warmth of his chest against her own, a heartbeat that mirrored her own erratic rhythm.

"Are you alright?" his voice, a melodic note that resonated in her ears, was filled with genuine worry.

She nodded, her lips parting in a small, stunned smile. "Yes, I—I think so."

He slowly released his hold on her, allowing her to stand on her own. His hands lingered for a moment longer, a touch that seemed to bridge the gap between them in an unspoken connection.

"Sorry about that," he said, feeling a flush rise to his cheeks.

"No need to apologize." Her voice was soft, Orion felt frustrated once again. Why did she have to be so delicate and alluring, why can't he stay away from her?

Lyra could feel the shift in the air as his eyes went completely cold and distant, she didn't understand what she did, one minute he is so intimate and the next so distant.