one-shot exorcise - Ocean of Constellations

1 - Gift of the Stars

Stars were unmasked from between the grey ashen clouds they resided behind, the purple-hued sea mirroring them like an ocean of constellations. The wind blew softly, delivering a warm breeze to wash the worries of the port-town away, leaving the bright glow of the purple and blue sky to bathe the citizens to a calming slow— all life pausing in wonder.

No single animal or human disrupted the tranquility that seemed so natural, few house-wives stopping to stand at their kitchen windows to look up and gaze at the galaxy-coated heavens, only to continue their preparations from a hearty meal, children and adults gathering to the cliffside for the monthly celestial event.

Along the rocky cliff were sigils and carvings, symbols and stories depicted in stone, a platform of shiny crystals that reflected the moon's light like a cerulean looking glass. Upon the precious stone platform was a table of wire and glass, lavish cutlery and silver plates lay wait with tall vases of flowers and chairs of lustrous indigo silk.

The chief was a young man with strange pink hair— a rarity among tribes— and was respected by his group. He wasn't the tallest- nor the smartest- but he had the heart of a dragon and the will of a guardian angel. His clothing consisted of a greyish dark blue fabric, white shorts and dark grey sneakers. He had glasses that made him (in his opinion) look more responsible than he was and two studded green earrings. No matter what he looked like or who he was, he was always the tribes star child known as Michael Ceal.

The pinkette cleared his throat, the town's mingling coming to a close as eyes turned to meet the standing's navy orbs with excitement. Michael began his lament with a heart-felt smile, his pale lips stuck for a reassuring moment before his words transformed from mind to speech.

"Thank you those who have helped and prayed. thank you those who have shown hope and love. thank you those who lead the way to Aurae with kindness and generosity no matter the gifts in return. we could not ask for a better home, and we could not hope for a better life. I could not hope for better friends but I can hope for a future of abundance and clarity. thank you for all you have given and all you have saved. Thank you Astrum" The chief bowed, everyone creating a triangle-shaped handjejture from the bridge of their nose to their chin, eyes closed and mimicking the words silently.

suddenly, as if on cue, the two sky's moons shone brightly, cascading a spotlight across the mirror-like surface of the clifftop, the citizens singing in joy as their prayers were once again answered. The light seemed to dance in a spiral of intensities, the brightest reaching those who have done well and the dim a prompt for some to do better. This was the gift the gods had bestowed upon the town of via lactea; they were given the gift of the stars.

Food forgotten, the townsfolk danced in the lights, singing and dancing their hearts away. This was a night they could truly treasure; a night of Freedom, Love and Peace.