And like a mottled flame, a dying spark, I rose into the sky into a world where day was referred to as night. I rose into a world where my end was referred to as my beginning, where I was never cold and always straddled by a moist blanket of fog. Warm fog that reminded me of firsts that were abruptly reduced to my last moments. A world where my tears were referred to as utility and my sweat the same. The muscles of my heart were spread out into the sky into a canvas of a deep cerulean blue and in the blink of an eye I became a celestial being. I raised my palm into the sunlight, just to feel the warmth of something that wasn't my shadow, or ice. I cried because if this is warmth, why are my palms tinged with a pale, dying blue. ☆ Set in Bangkok, Thailand, this story depicts the lives of three siblings who struggle to flourish with their overbearing mother, Oberon. Falling in love with firsts that never really got to be forever. Started: Febuary 14 2023 Finished: July 26 2023 [Unedited draft 1] Approximately 50,000 words! Please vote, it helps me a lot <3 **Playlist on spotify**