#staellaris

A NOVEL I'LL NEVER PUBLISH II: STARTERS | Always accepting

Loose recognition of runes and scriptures call for suspicion, a feeling that by all reason should not even manifest within her. Cartethyia has no recollection of being exposed to such writing or lettering, yet she cannot ignore the pull to learn more that merely throwing just a glance at these tablestones causes to her. Amidst the tide of thoughts sails adrift a unique space she could enter only once: the Civilization Capsule. That's where she has first seen those letters, all of Imperator's design. The Sentinel is no more, yet Their legacy endures even on distant lands where Their influence shouldn't have reached —if They only stayed in Rinascita, that is—. Holy Maiden turns to look at the other explorer of these ruins, lapis lazuli narrow with cautious wariness. ◜Court of Savantae, do you say? Some magnificent minds must have existed among them, to create such facilities.◞ She knows better than to allow her wish to know more about them be shown, thus a bait is laid in its stead, something that begets telling more should the other be knowledgeable enough to share.

☥ @staellaris ♥︎ed for a starter!

White is oft times associated with nothingness —the null color, completely empty. But what people don't know is that just as it represents hollowness, it is also everything. Just like a prism where all colors converge to leave white light in their wake, a blank space where new beginnings may be filled in. Cartethyia doesn't necessarily think is a bad thing, nor Qiuyuan ever gave her reasons to worry. But the way he navigates through life gives rise to questions, one of which the seraphic saint can't help herself but to materialize into existence. ◜What do you see when you look around you, sir Qiuyuan?◞ Her question isn't meant to mock, but to sate a curiosity inevitable to form sooner or later. A form of acknowledgement that he wouldn't go through life like she's seen him go if it weren't because there is a certain specialness to his gaze despite what the face value impression may argue.

☥ @staellaris ♥︎ed for a starter!

He stepped into the book's pages, going into the garden in the 'exotale' where everyone's consciousness were being kept outside of the story that had already been written as they awaited rebirth into the real world. ❝ Mydei, I figured I'd check up on everyone. How are you doing? ❞ he asked quietly, looking at the Kremnoan and God of Strife.

“ you look like you've just seen a ghost. ”

are you feeling okay, general jiyan? ♡ @staellaris / 𝘀𝗰.

Dragging around this false persona was the equivalent of lugging around a corpse, but 'Sophia' the Nodist would be forced to live a little longer; well into Amphoreus' genesis, too, that much was certain. And what was a year for one who was everlasting? The limits of the Everlastin Page were beginning to fray as old remnants of the previous Amphoreus responded to its inhabitants' memories, manifesting a world that was expanding beyond its established borders.

Within a pixelated Grove of Epiphany, 'Sophia' stood with a mixture of dread and awe, a rehearsed expression. Especially in the circumstance that she wasn't alone.