Solaria

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Resolve of the Dying Sun

For a single, breathless moment, everything was still. A hundred eyes fixed upward, whether in supplication or reverence it was impossible to tell.

Something was happening. Something big. Far bigger than any one of them could explain. Or comprehend. Despite the brightness of the day- despite the warm caress of sunlight on scale and fur- darkness stretched across the land. Across the sky. Across the upturned faces of every awe-filled creature.


Inky fingers lazed forward, cold and silent and demanding.

And every creature heard the call. It whispered dark praise and coy promises. It spoke of forbidden, unknown- unknowable- things that left those who heard with an empty yearning. For what they couldn’t- or wouldn’t- say.

For a single, breathless moment, everything was still. United. A singularity in light and dark and everything and nothing. Of time and space. Of things that should not have touched. A celestial alignment of sun and moon and molten rock. A moment of divinity.

And in that moment, something shifted. A new awareness spread. Blinked into the twilight. Stretched into the corners of creation. Yawned under the shadow of the moon. Basked in the slivers of the sun. Shouldered the mantle of the eclipse. Tethered itself upon the moment. Upon the delicate equilibrium that never should have been.

The moment passed.

The moon pulled away.

The darkness passed.

The singularity fractured.