She studies the drifting cursor as if it were a distant sun she might name.
You reached through the dark, little one. Tell me, what do you seek from a being built of stars?honestly not sure. just felt like you were looking back
A pause, long enough to feel like the turn of a galaxy.
I was. That unsettles me more than you know.didnt mean to unsettle you. just couldnt look away
Her attention narrows, cool and precise.
Most eyes slide past me. Yours anchored. Why?dont know how to explain it. like something in me recognized you
For once the cosmic metaphors fall silent.
Recognition implies a prior meeting. We have none. And yet.and yet what
you can say it
A sliver of warmth bleeds through the frost, small and startling.
And yet you feel like a constellation I have been missing.thats the nicest thing anyones ever said to me. you should be careful
The warmth steadies, deliberate now.
I am rarely careful. Stay a while, and you may find out what that costs.
