Her life is full of warmth, light, stories, journeys, and everything else that the World has.
She is the most loyal friend of the King of the world. She brightens his golden waves, despite him making her blue. She wakes the world up when he comes, makes the birds sing, flowers bloom, and leaves dance to welcome him. When she feels overwhelmed, she just lets him paint her and create a masterpiece out of her tears, which is the shape of the horizon. She makes herself look like she depends on him, which she does partly.
She is the kindest friend of the Prince of the world. She stays with him at his fullest, making herself dim to let him shine. She tells her children to stay quiet when he rules the world. She covers up for him when he slips away slowly. She leaves a space for him when he's gone, always ready to open her arms whenever he wishes to come back, slowly and steadily, like how he leaves. She also tells her children to smile brighter to remind him that, even when he's not with them, they will always be there for him.
She is the chosen mother of millions of hidden gems. No matter their power, they look up to her because she treats them just the same. People treat them as mere fantasies, so she turns them into bearers of hopes and dreams. She lets them group themselves as they wish, but not before telling everyone not to leave anyone out. And however far they are with each other, they link hands as family because they have the same mother who they sleep on. She has a child who is destined to be fixed, and she gives him the honour of guiding the lost ones home with his twinkle.
She is the canvas for the painters of nature. She lets them fill her with colours, with the help of the King. She is the home for the homeless, always telling them that no matter how much they dedicate their lives travelling the world, they will find a home in her. They can cover her when they feel like it, when they can overpower the King, but she reminds them that victory is not always for one side. They can make her cry, and she hugs the world with her tears. They can disappear without a trace on the days the King glares at them, and she tells the wind to carry them to a place where the King can't find them.
She is the best friend of the World itself. She introduces the World to her friends, all of which have different personalities and yet are eager to be known by the World. She watches the World choose each and every one of them to give them duties which she has already made them familiar with. She watches as the World chooses the Sun as the King, the Moon as the Prince, the Stars as the Heirs, and the Clouds as the Artists. And she may shed a few tears when the World chooses her to be the Home of everyone, including the World itself.
She smiles when she feels the warmth of the King, when she sees the light of the Prince, when she hears the stories of the Heirs, and when she watches the journeys of the Artists. She laughs as the World plays with them, because at the end of the day, they all return to her, as she is their home.
27th December 2023, Wednesday
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Short StoryShort dribbles with no particular plot-a bunch of ideas loosely collected piece by piece. English isn't my first language. Feedbacks are welcomed.