Starry Sky Artinya の小説・ストーリー

Langit said confidently. Bintang immediately gave him a teasing smile, hearing how self-assured her boyfriend was. She pointed up at the sky again. “That sky. I haven’t looked up in a long time because I was afraid it would remind me of you, and make my longing unbearable,” Bintang said, her hand still pointing upward. Langit took her raised hand, lowering it and pressing it to his chest. “This sky isn’t attractive and beautiful enough for you to look at?” he asked, making Bintang hold back a laugh.

In the wall though, there was a hole big enough for a child to slip through, showcasing the moon and beach below. "Wow..." Faith gasped. The waves looked silver in the moonlight, gently washing up against the beach of black stones. The night sky looked like velvet, as if it had been thickened somehow. It was the most beautiful art, alive with raw energy, and a song for the eyes. Stars lit the sky like snowflakes in the night, yet appeared still - like an old photograph. Faith smiled, feeling the wind blow her hair into a tousled mane. The air was so fresh and salty, a delight to her senses as her eyes fluttered closed and she enjoyed the moment of tranquillity.

"My last name is Ly, you can also call me T. I will be the instructor for our class until we complete the 3-month course of Z Academy." The man's eyes were bright and deep, looking straight at the classroom, and every place he glanced at made others couldn't help but swallow their saliva. This man was truly beautiful, so beautiful that one doubted his ability. Currently, a male student could not contain his excitement, so he raised his hand to speak. The man on the podium looked over, gesturing for the male student to speak. The male student stared at him, his heart couldn't help but tremble. "Are you… you're T, the author of 'starry sky'?"

We both gazed at the sky and I was so excited with what I saw. The night sky erupted with a million tiny diamonds. Each star, a celestial brushstroke, shimmered, whispering unknown secrets. A cool breeze moved through the ancient oak, rustling a gentle lullaby. The moon, a pale pearl, gave the landscape a soft, silvery glow. Distant mountains with silvery peaks rose against the horizon. Crickets chirped, creating a peaceful symphony. Fireflies and miniature stars descended, blinking on and off, adding magic to the scene.

Existing. They’d had a long day. A good day. And Skye wanted to bottle it somehow. Hold onto it like a pressed flower between the pages of her journal. “Do you think stars remember?” Marla asked at last, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Remember what?” “Us. Our wishes. Our stories.” Skye turned to look at her, heart full. “I think stars are made of stories.” Marla grinned. “Then we must be part of the sky by now.”

Tattoos adorned his arms, celestial patterns that seemed to echo the cosmic symphony that accompanied his every movement. His soul, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, promised excitement and unpredictability. Caleb's gaze held a fervor that mirrored the blazing stars—a promise of a love that burned with an intensity that transcended the ordinary. In the celestial ballet of hearts, he was the wild comet, leaving a trail of passion in his wake.

It was still dark and the stars littered the sky, gleaming like a thousand diamonds. “I’ve never seen the night sky,” Ellis admitted. “Their universe is highly matured, so it is densely packed. That’s why the sky glitters like that… like it is illuminated by the stars alone and it doesn’t need a sun to brighten the planet,” Laurel said. “It’s strange that the sky can seem so beautiful even though the world is suffering,” Ellis whispered. “It just shows that the world will go on… the universe will move on no matter what.” Laurel gave her a pointed look.

He stood up after finishing the last bite and looked up at the artificial starry sky while doing a cross-body shoulder stretch. Each floor has its own artificial sky and it copies what on the surface looks like, but only the scenery and no other additional objects are included in the illusion. Under the floors of each of the four underground cities are lacrimas that power the illusion. These sky illusions give the same warmth of the day and feelings of the night. It also gives the same weather conditions, the exact copy of what is on the surface. Just as he is about to leave the park, two Starknights walked towards him.

Little Apple said softly, looking up at the bright starry sky. Such a sky was probably not seen in the city.

Then, toward the end of the journal, she stumbled across a section that actually made her tear up a little: The sky is lovely tonight. I swear there are no jewels on earth as beautiful as the ones God put in the heavens. I wish I could pluck them out and put them in a necklace for my sweet Alyssa. And a few lines below that: If I recall correctly, there's a myth about the sky being made entirely of light, and someone - a god? - placing a blanket across it every night to make it dark. But then some trickster came along and poked thousands of tiny holes in the cloth with a pin, trying to let the light through, and that's why we have stars. Must consult with Holbrook when I get back to London.