Desde Mi Cielo Libro Novels & Stories

The solidification of Aethel-9 in the Sahara had turned the desert into a sanctuary of glass and sound, but the L1 Lagrange point was already pulsing with a different frequency. The "Second Book" was arriving, and it didn't look like a geometric dodecahedron or a city of light. It looked like a Spore-Cloud.

I meet a smiling Ciel standing right outside, his smile radiating to me as I shyly touch my hair and open the door wide enough to let him in. “Are you busy? Sorry to intrude” He says to me and I shake my head with a bubbling smile, “Not at all, I was only immersing myself in paranormal fiction”. I had gotten the book from Welma who fiercely suggested I read it so we would gingerly discuss it tomorrow. Now, I’m not so proud of my novel reading skills at all. I’m more of a comic reader in this aspect.

was busy trying to build a castle for an earthworm king. "I'll keep the wind away as long as I can, Sari," Maria whispered to the empty air, using the name she had only ever seen on a blurred note. "I promise. She’s rooted in the light now."

The place is like a province, there’s not much houses that blocks the wide sky and there’s no pollution from the vehicles for it only has a couple who owns here. After some time, I reached the store. I walked pass the temptations called foods and went to where the party stuffs are. I grabbed a couple bags of plastic spoons and left. I was trying so hard not to look and buy strawberry flavored gummies but I just can’t help myself. I left after paying and started my walk on the way home. I was already far from the store when I felt a drop of water on my cheeks. And before I realize it, the rain poured.

'Better judgment than most people,' he agreed, and she felt him smile against her hair, and she laughed — full and real and from somewhere deep — and he laughed too, that low unguarded sound she had been collecting since the very beginning. Outside, the last night of winter was snowing. Soft and slow, the kind that isn't violent, just quiet. The sky putting something gently to rest. Spring tomorrow. Everything still to come. She held him and let herself feel the full weight of it — this life, this man, this version of herself she had built from ash and stubbornness and the refusal to stay dead. The dry well is now overflowing

--- 🌀 Final Words > There is no such thing as a forgotten name. Only names waiting to be spoken again. Speak them. Be the mouth of the sky. --- A final whisper from the river, from Mira, and from every voice that once stood against silence. Would you like a beautifully formatted version of the full book, with this as the closing page?

There was no acknowledgment or any author's note. “That is weird…” Looking at the floor, it looks clean. It won’t be bad to sit on the floor. There is also no dust left laying on it. “Alright… I shall start reading you" I let myself be dissolved in the world that the book has to offer for me. With a great terror in the very first part of it, I closed my eyes. “When you see the sky, shall you say goodbye~” “When you see the wave, Shall the sails go by~”

Illumination flourished the wholeness of the monotonous sky in outspreading light of purple dye, the tedious of the horizon is broken- but now, a beauty never seen is there sat in front of their eyes. The blankness of the above, the topmost of the world called as sky in the book of DEOS, transfigured. The heavenly bodies seeming like smokes called as clouds appeared- clouds were thought to be non-existent but it really exists- just a perfect element to make a pleasant scene together with the tinted sky.

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