they had been so, so incredibly beautiful. with the stars reflecting in their eyes, the
moon illuminating their silhouette, their laughter chasing away the cold and that genuine smile on their thin, elegant lips. it was like they had been made of the universe itself, as if whatever form of celestial power there was had personally
formed their being. had woven galaxies together, merged suns, stolen light of the stars and the hues
of colour from out of the darkness to shape them, paint them, like an artist would carefully yet
passionately bring to life a masterpiece.