soul star soul star

By: Gwynevere Castro

Astrology is not just the study of celestial bodies in the sky. Serena considers it an art form. Something to study, but also something to appreciate and truly look into its meanings and what it can tell about the world.

She walked past her piles of books stacked on the floor, pushed some of her floating candles aside to drift a little away, all to walk over to the window sill where she sat down eyes glancing over the side. The other side was where the stars lay in front of her but also where the world below her resided. Clouds swirling like a painting, the blueness of the sea, the greens and browns for the land.

Long ago, she walked among them in the mortal realm. As of right now, Serena supposes she could be considered one of these celestial bodies. The stars so close she can touch them, looking down at the world she once called home,and them looking back up at her just as if she were just any other bright object in the sky.

She supposes that’s okay.

Though peace has been a long and grueling process, she has come to accept it.

She has made this place feel more or less like home. She gets to sit here and read at least.

Opening her book, she started to read. It was a book written by her but made with memory from a book she read below. A simple story about a knight who finds out their lover is slowly being turned into a snake. They go through a journey to collect everything for a cure but ultimately by the end, the cure failed. Though they did everything right, though they tried their hardest, they still failed. However, throughout their journey, they met a lot of friends and helped a lot of people along their journey so by the end, they were able to come together and come up with a cure.

Of course the details of the actual book are skewed at best and the characters names are not accurate in the slightest, yet it’s still an enjoyable story nonetheless.

Suddenly, an intense beaming caught her peripheral vision.

She set the book down and quickly fixed her eyes to the nightsky outside of her window. A shooting star shot across the sky, more brilliant and scintillating than everything else.

Her eyes widened. It seems as if she was still needed.