Think about it. What if everything WAS different? What would happen? How would you change? How would the people around you change? If you think about it, the way things would be different, might even make it more like it once was.
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The colors are shifting above us, constantly, at a frequency we cannot imagine. They shift, modeling the world around us, creating an atmosphere more magical than magical itself.
My friend Aurora likes to watch the colors as they shift. Aurora likes to follow their pattern, moving with them, dancing along the night sky. Aurora is beautiful when dancing, movements graceful, colors pearlescent.
Aurora wraps icy terrains in soft hugs, enveloping us in iridescent arms. Remember the times when we all resided together? Those times, where nothing else seemed to matter, because we all had each other.
That's her. Those are her hands, nudging our memories forward.
Aurora helps us remember the ones we lost along the way, and the memories that won't ever occur again. The ones we mourn, the ones we lose sight of ourselves for, and the ones that empty hearts cry for.
But Aurora isn't just colors, no, not at all. For Aurora leaves room for the stars, the guides for when the dark swallows us whole.
The stars aren't going anywhere. Like the colors, they shift, but not from our vision. The clouds may cover their brilliant light, but only for a short while.
We will never lose them, they will never lose us. And that is the magic of my dear Aurora.
They remain with us. They remain with you. They remain with me.
Always.
Forever.
~end~
Happy holidays everybody. :} <3
As always, thanks for readin'. To a happy new year full of healing, hope, and resilience. Fighting!
Love, Stardusttoad 💜
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