The start of just what might be a new project! ♥
Though to be honest, even I don’t know where it’s going to go from here, hah. I suppose we shall see!
She imagines there are monsters spanning the entirety of the sky.
Their teeth must be the size of stars, must have created the stars themselves; they rend and tear and stab out pretty patterns in the overarching film, allowing the pinpoints of light to seep in.
Most of them, she tells herself, remain asleep, or else they would swallow whole the world. But one of them is watchful; and for half of almost every day this one will open up a single eye, to varying degrees.
His eye is the moon, and she wonders if she is reflected in it as it waxes and wanes.
(The sun, of course, is their breath as they snore, but she does not speak of this. It seems undignified, and she doubts that they would appreciate her making others aware.)