The night sky once // aurora festival // ruled my imagination

  How strange it was to see the souls of the dead. They were just... up. Walking around like nothing was wrong. The raven huffed, ruffling her feathers at the sight. She wouldn't be seeing her family here. They were not dead. They couldn't die. Everyone knew in her hometown that her mom and dad were immortal. They did not age. It was a terrible weight for the two to bare, but they seemed perfectly happy. Crystal yawned, covering her beak with her good wing. It was a strange thing to see. So many people meeting spirits as if this was a daily occurrence. Why were they not here all the time if they could simply just show up? Was it because of the lights? That was a strangely specific occurrence. She supposed she could not complain though. Where would she be if she did? It was not like she could change it.

  Cry huffed, curling up on herself. She had no friends or family to call her own, so she was alone. Good. She preferred being alone anyways. The bird sighed, shutting her eyes. No reason to be here. No reason at all. It made her wonder why she stayed here. She hoped the vortex back home was still looming somewhere in a dark corner. But... She's walked every inch of this wasteland. How strange it was. To be away from her mother's loving embrace. Away from her father's slightly cold but loving stare. Away from her brother's joy filled giggles and melodies. Away from her bookshelf where she sat, customers coming in and out of their shop as the day went by. What she would give to have that back...

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