She looked up at the stars. They were beautiful tonight, shining bright as ever. She liked to think that they were really alive, smiling down at those who gaze upon their beauty. Like she did. In a way, they did. Every time she came out to this spot they always shined brighter than what you’d see in another place. Even if it was a place without light pollution.
Light pollution. She cringed at the thought of it. Fake lights like L.E.D. Sure, they were brighter. But really, they were horrible for the sky. That’s why if she could, she always avoided using unnatural light. That’s always been a key detail of hers. You really become more aware of how you’re harming the Earth when you can see the future. Humans are even worse with it. It’s disgusting. She could see why her father hated them. They smelled worse than anything else, and they always left behind their garbage. And they were the main cause of light pollution, and regular pollution. Another reason why she always avoided others. Because they were mainly human. And her brother was just annoying sometimes. Really, too loud for her preference.
But right now, she could just enjoy the stars in her little secluded spot. Far, far away from home and the city, but she could get back easily anyways by flying. Flying. That felt nice. Especially when you feel the wind brushing through yourself, and the rush you get from it. It’s amazing. She loved flying at night too. The night was always the most comforting to her. Sometimes she wished she could just wrap herself in the stars, become one with them. Too bad she couldn’t. Even if she physically could, she has too much to change here on Earth. This specific spot she was in, it was very high up. It was the edge of a cliff. Sometimes she stayed all night long. No one would really mind but her brother, but he would forget quickly. Gabriel was’t truly that fond of her, or so he acted, and Philotheus was always at work. And even when he wasn’t, he was busy with Amelia. That’s how it was. Her brother always got in trouble. She knew it was just a beg for some attention, but really, it was a bit pathetic. Or maybe she was just too antisocial to understand. She didn’t want to judge.
Being around others wasn’t her thing. Never has been. Only one person has actually shown their care about that. That moment was awkward. Her uncle, Satan. He’s a good man, really. He just wanted to make sure that she was okay. So far he’s a safe person if something ever happened and she needed someone. Which she couldn’t see in the current timeline she’s attempting to follow so far. But just in case something happened. Or she made a mistake. Another facial cringe. Mistakes.That was always her worst fear. That she would make a mistake, and everything she’s worked for would fall apart. Everything came down to even the simplest thing like deciding whether or not to get out of bed at 7:35 in the morning or 7:40 instead sometimes. But it was all for the better that she constricted herself to a strict schedule based on what would happen later on. Another reason why she didn’t like her brother getting into all sorts of trouble. If he was going to do something that would lead them to a bad situation/timeline, she had to rush to stop him. Distract him, or something. She didn’t blame him for it though. He just wanted someone to care. but dear Earth, why couldn’t he have chosen a different way to get it?
That wasn’t the point. She didn’t come here to worry about her own problems. She came to get away from her problems, actually. Gabriel was hosting a meeting with the Alternates, and one of them had ran off and got into her room, messing up all of her written plans for the future and the different timelines. Sure, she could always just re-write it. But it took a lot of time, and a lot of self-made ink. Ink because she didn’t use lead. Or buy it. Only self-made ink. Once more to preserve the Earth as much as she personally could. And making ink took a lot of time. A lot. And as much as she enjoys knowing that she’s preserving, it still takes time.
