[private] never let it slip away

[Kamaria]

T he darkness makes her so very tired. Kamaria feels it press down around her, an unfathomable hand that pulls from below and pushes from above. She resists it the best she can; her pale body rebels against the invisible enemy. The girl cannot understand why the darkness affects her the way it does. It feels like it should be her accomplice — her friend, even — and yet she can feel the weapons it uses to weaken her. Little does she know of the times before her birth (before this impossible dark) when the night was a vessel to carry her inheritance. There are days when she cannot refuse it. Sometimes the girl finds her mother’s hollow, sad eyes, and an understanding passes between them. They are not made for this awful, pressing dark. They are made for a night full of galaxies and moonglow and shimmering stars. Though Kamaria doesn’t understand her ancestry, her mother’s origin comes from an ancient star. That full midnight sky, the one bursting with life and color and stories, holds her family in its vast expanse. And sometimes, the darkness is just too much. It hurts to be separated — pulled apart from a starry family she has never known and a mysterious father she has never met — so they settle together within the safety of their cave and drift off to sleep. It is bright in this dream. The sunlight pricks at her eyes, unfamiliar and confusing compared to what she has known. Kamaria wonders what she had eaten to bring an ability to dream of something she has never seen. The voice of a stranger pulls her navy eyes away from her surroundings and toward a green-eyed boy. He is oddly friendly for her dreams; typically, the strangers are faceless, mysterious beings who fade in and out of her vision. “Oh, hello,” she mimics, in a voice less optimistic than the boy’s. “You look very real to be in a dream.”

credit to nat of adoxography.

@[Anubias]