Nisroc

like rain

or snow

or autumn leaves;

they do not

look beautiful

You have risen from your own ashes; away from the things that have killed some part, or all of you. Reap the fruits of your sacrifice.

Family does not have to be blood; appreciate them. Be thankful that they made it this far with you - for they too outwitted those that tried to take them down.

rain sprinkling across the heavens. ripples across the ponds and puddles in the stone pathways. the sound of the rain was soft and cleansing.

a giant bathing area for all heavenly bodies. it looked like a lake, but the water was consistently shallow, only about 2 feet deep. angels and fae played in the water; pretending to be fountains, splashing and dancing and taking birdbaths.

a temple where fledglings grew, learned and played. it was a large building, the inside was like a library. full of books, large windows, and ledges for angels to sit on while they read. it was quite peaceful. a harp was consistently being played. the ceiling was glass. warm, yellow light filtered between the tall shelves. outside fledglings rested in trees with golden leaves and played in fountains. despite the fact that they were young, they always seemed to stay somewhat quiet.