[ at ghost's doorstep sits a paper-wrapped gift blooming profusely from its seams with long-stemmed paper flowers in dizzying greens and reds and oranges splayed along the painted watercolours of a rising, winter-morning dawn pale with still-visible pinpricks of mourning stars.
the package is no larger than two palms put together, and when picked up, weighs no more than standard flashlight. when unwrapped, within is a miniature version of the stained glass kaleidoscope that adorns the roof of the planetarium. the handcrank generates the power needed to bleed light through the opening, upon which its patterns are cast across the ceiling: a rising sun, a golden field stretching endlessly framed by twin, golden towers that spiral into the cutting cornflower blue of a vast, unshakeable sky.
the world is complete; the world is empty.
the note: ]
To the hero who saves heroes,
No, don't you dare throw this note away before you've had a chance to read it. Listen: Ghost, you don't get to decide the feelings of those whom you've saved and how they see you. It so follows that you do not get to dictate mine. If you do not believe yourself to be the hero, then you are the hero of the heroes who are.
Now, with that out of the way, ensure that your doorway is clear starting from the second day of the coming new year.
Lastly:
May your coming year be as sweet as watermelon, and as fruitful as pomegranates.
With love,
Kaveh
[ the simple pigpen cipher unravels for ghost to find lestat. the world is empty with just one - with two, the final image becomes day overlaid with night, creating a husky dusk with its perpetual setting sun and the resplendent bloom of night roses over an endlessly golden field. two, twin stars fall from the sky ever in motion.
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delivery. backdated to whichever day was the winter solstice in this city!
the package is no larger than two palms put together, and when picked up, weighs no more than standard flashlight. when unwrapped, within is a miniature version of the stained glass kaleidoscope that adorns the roof of the planetarium. the handcrank generates the power needed to bleed light through the opening, upon which its patterns are cast across the ceiling: a rising sun, a golden field stretching endlessly framed by twin, golden towers that spiral into the cutting cornflower blue of a vast, unshakeable sky.
the world is complete; the world is empty.
the note: ]
To the hero who saves heroes,
No, don't you dare throw this note away before you've had a chance to read it. Listen: Ghost, you don't get to decide the feelings of those whom you've saved and how they see you. It so follows that you do not get to dictate mine. If you do not believe yourself to be the hero, then you are the hero of the heroes who are.
Now, with that out of the way, ensure that your doorway is clear starting from the second day of the coming new year.
Lastly:
May your coming year be as sweet as watermelon, and as fruitful as pomegranates.
With love,
Kaveh
[ the simple pigpen cipher unravels for ghost to find lestat. the world is empty with just one - with two, the final image becomes day overlaid with night, creating a husky dusk with its perpetual setting sun and the resplendent bloom of night roses over an endlessly golden field. two, twin stars fall from the sky ever in motion.
the world is replete.
when you see a falling star, you make a wish. ]