idea loosely based off the wayfarer trilogy by Sarah Douglas (song's magic)
written a fair time ago. maybe a year. Kallisti is the name of my fave character i ever created
Star Song
Kallisti closes her eyes and hums, small lights appearing to slowly dance through the air to the melody that’s drifts lazily and serenely over the rest of the dark room in which she has been confined too. She sighs softly in the middle of the song in one of the breathy catches of the melody, happy to have some light again.
Her song alters slightly, and the lights come into focus, showing constellations and galaxies, a map of the stars in the sky. Though appealing to see the stars again this sight only half warms her heart for it is a flat thing, feeling cold and dead.
So she adds a harmony to her song, winding in and around the original melody and adding a depth that would take away the breath of anyone listening and the heavens truly began to mirror those in the sky, no longer still but dancing their paths through the universe, swaying and circling in complex patterns that make her smile to see. Finally she thought, I can see the stars again. No one could take the stars away from her.
Kallisti lets her humming fade away so she can listen to the fact that the stars themselves are singing the same song, which her sudden silence throws into sharp relief. Their song is a beautiful one, with a haunting melody winding in and around the achingly beautiful harmony that lives in all our hearts. We all dance to the star’s song, whether we know it or not. As it should be and how it really is, the stars were leading themselves through the star dance.
She watches as the universe dances, aging and spinning years passing before her eyes, all in careful order, before another level comes to life, a deeper level echoing off the bright notes of the ordered song. It is a slightly insane sound, sinister yet lovely none the less and its call is growing in one aging star somewhere in front of her. This song was the darkness, the void between stars starts to sing in chaos the song that the stars sing when they lose their step to the first song, growing old and beginning their decline or miss-stepping onto this path the eternity, and the star begins to decay, its fires sputtering.
Now she sits silently, watching as a star loses its course, stepping in time with chaos the chaos, not order. It takes up the new melody swaying to the music and dancing new steps and patterns, and for a few brief moment it flares with such breathtaking radiance she breaks her silence to utter a gasp before there is nothing left of it but the memory, now singing with the darkness about what it used to be, what it no longer is.
Kallisti hums softly, bringing the stars closer so she can focus on one lonely solar system hanging in the heavens above her and around her and in front of her in this room, dancing slowly to the beat. It seems almost comical that this solar system, this small meagre grouping of planets is home to a species that mostly believes that they are alone in the universe, a race that polluted and raped their planet but still was trying to further their understanding.
She watches as the solar system sings, stepping with the song of order as the planets and countless satellites circle a central sun. It is spinning out years in the dance, and crooning out the song with the voice of change too, slowly picking out the hints of eternity, and she let her smile fade watching what she knew would come. As eternity grows stronger, singing in a low base of finality the sun begins its decline, until eternity is all you can hear, the sun is gone and the planets lose their focus, singing of eternity and failing in the dance of order, falling into blackness and fading away.
Kallisti lets the stars fade, slightly saddened by the sight of such a common end to a race that thought the universe of themselves and the end of a world that most of the species thinks will go on forever, and the rest thinks will at least go out with a spectacular end, leaving some kind of mark. Yet neither was true. The planet would merely falter and fade, eventually taking up the song its self until nothing is left but a dim memory and the voices of the ages gone bye whispering in the darkness of what was and what will be again, in some distant time when all the conditions are just perfect.
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