My personal take on the origins of the mother who watches over from the stars. Originally from Super Mario Galaxy, Rosalina is a powerful role model who serves as the very epitome of the galaxies that remain sprinkled throughout the cosmos. She is t...
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She sighs wistfully as she stares down at that tiny little blue orb... at what had once been her home planet.
Even now, she is amazed at how reverent the sight is. The shining blue sphere with its continental landmasses of green created a powerful image that accentuated the very fabric of outer space. A planet that is both in motion... and seemingly standing still.
It is also a gracious host to a magnificent star show that passes by once a century. Like clockwork, a multitude of sparkling asteroids flies across the atmosphere, dissolving into pure stardust and leaving a trail of radiant light behind. Even here, from an outsider's perspective, it remained a truly marvelous sight. And every time, without fail, the viewing brings her powerful waves of aching nostalgia and remorse. What feels like an eternity ago (and yet also like yesterday), she was just a dreamy and innocent little girl. Nothing more than a child with a loving family and a passion for the stars...
Yet this was your true purpose, wasn't it? To become the guardian of the cosmos who cares for the star children themselves. Without you, a countless number of Lumas would have drifted aimlessly, feeling lost, afraid, and alone. Where would they be now if you had never come?
These are one of the many thoughts that visit Rosalina on this night. She stands solemnly on top of her sanctuary: the stout castle-like tower hewn of cream and blue stone. Serving as a monument of sorts, this structure is easily her favorite dwelling within the Gateway Galaxy – or any galaxy, for that matter. The tiny, earth-like planetoid the monument rests upon exists so close to its much larger sister, yet it remains invisible to the human eye at her command. She liked to think of the structure as Heaven's Gate.
She exhales slowly, lifting a delicate hand to brush many flowing strands of pale blonde hair behind her ear. Normally, her bangs are left alone, serving as a curtain for her right eye and cheek. But on these nights, she uncovered the entirety of her face. The meteor showers that meant so much to her were worthy of this honor and respect. For the first time in a hundred years, her right eye shined unburdened, as brilliant an aqua blue as her other. Its only rival was her flowing cyan gown with long, wide open sleeves and looping frills of powder blue. Silver defined her heels, her brooch, and her crown; gold defined her earrings and the brooch's core. Pink and turquoise crown jewels modestly decorate the crown, nestled within star-shaped engravings.
I did always wish to be a princess of sorts, she thought with a soft chuckle. Though I ended up getting far more than I bargained for.
Rosalina sighs again, clasping her hands in front of her. Earlier, she arrived here upon her home, the mobile space station known as the Comet Observatory. The observatory houses a brilliant blue-white comet: the final gift of a Luma who remained a very dear companion to her. Using the comet's power, she returns to the Gateway Galaxy — her galaxy of origin — every one hundred years, around the time of the star show. To pay tribute to both the Luma and who she had once been.
Each visit to this planet served as a callback to her simple and her humble origins. She knew she would always feel this intense longing for her home. How could she not miss the place she had been born and raised with love? Nevertheless, the centennial visit reminds her that she now has a much more meaningful place — one that had been waiting just for her among the stars...
The gate she stands upon is silent. If its atmosphere was a river, one could easily skip a smooth stone across it. Elsewhere, this was not so. Rosalina allowed the Lumas to play anywhere they wished among the planetoids. Her one stipulation: to not disturb her unless deemed absolutely necessary by Polari. After all, she always set aside a personal and solitary time for her observance. It is her ritual that pays homage to who she was, who she is now, and the great abundance of lives with their own hopes and dreams living on Earth.
Pale white fingers with lavender tips grasp around an old leather-bound notebook. On the cover is a simple Power Star, sewn by her very hands. This book is one of the few mementos she took with her when she decided to leave her home planet. At first, she thought of using it as a personal journal. Eventually, she realized she wanted to record her own history in a storytelling fashion. Mostly for the sake of her Lumas, so they could know who she was and how she came to be their mother. Candidly, she also desired a physical, tangent symbol of her memories. That way, her journey would never truly be forgotten.
Right on schedule, Rosalina felt the overwhelming urge to explore her distant memories once again and revisit the girl she used to be. Outside the centennial event, her mind would flash back (on rare occasions) to a seemingly random memory of her adolescence. This habit became even more poignant whenever she returned here. Therefore, it has become a tradition of hers to reread her story in front of the meteor showers.
Yes, the time seemed right for her to reflect on the past once more. Not that she does not feel at peace with her destiny — she has for a really long time. But it still did good for her, returning to her origins and staying in touch with a crucial part of her history. The storytelling allowed her to remember the range of emotions she felt on her journey, as well as the lessons that molded her into the woman she's become. She even allows herself to fancy what could have been, had she never met her Luma friend...
Without making a sound, Rosalina summons her silver wand from thin air. Grasping the end, she draws a half-figured eight movement with the golden star-shaped head. The pattern summons cosmic matter into the form of a simple throne. While as solid as any real object, the chair appears to be made of interstellar clouds and various forms of space dust. Slowly, she sits down and places the book onto her lap. She allows herself one last lingering glance at the luminous asteroids that grace both the depths of the universe and the atmosphere of the planet below. Then, finally, she opens her antique bibliography to rediscover the accounts of her childhood.
