The Sun And The Star Fanart の小説・ストーリー

Then, suddenly, a single, brilliant golden star appeared at the exact center of the stabilized Source. It was small, casting off a warm, comforting radiance that felt like a gentle embrace. It was eternal. It was the Creator's final, parting gift to their creation—a light that would never, across any timeline, fade away. The Sleeper stared at the miniature star, its titanic eye reflecting the warmth. Beside it, the First Traveler stared down at the platform, wiping the tears from his face with the back of his hand. Aurora slowly let out a breath, wiping away her own tears as her silver light settled into a peaceful, steady glow. Beside her, Luca reached out and gently took her hand, his fing

The science part along with the Gods is a bit strange, the way humans see dimensions is quite interesting and sometimes not so different from what it really is. Sure, the Sun is a star lighting up the sky, but at the same time, he is also a God, Apollo, a powerful being who if he wanted to could wipe out the Earth in just a few months, but he doesn't, his chariot is beautiful and has a glow that can blind if you look at it for too long. The dance between Apollo and the Moon is powerful, it is beautiful, it is splendid and I cannot deny, as much as I despise Selene, I cannot deny the interaction that these two Gods have with each other.

I should have Syd take a picture so I can see it. “Your waning crescent….” I cut her off, “Gezz Syd, yeah, I thought you knew these Luna’s have a waxing crescent, and Lumiere’s have a waning crescent. Is that why…” This time she cut me off. “You have a star with the waning crescent.” “What?”

The whole Ashveil Order teetered on the edge of ruin. Only then did I move. I didn't even rise. I stayed lounging against the high seat. I lifted my right hand, extended a single finger, and tapped lightly toward the sky. Across heaven and earth, it was as if an unseen hand had closed around the monster's throat. Its roar, mighty enough to shatter mountains and rivers, cut off all at once. The raging aura overhead turned tame in an instant, like a wild horse brought to heel. The ancient monster's vast body shuddered violently in the air, and for the first time, fear surfaced in its crimson eyes.

She grabbed a jar and a paint brush. “Pick any design you want; I’ll do it on you for free.” I shook my head. “No, I can pay for it…” she ignored me and went to get more papers, “Nonsense, you’re my friend now, it’s okay.” I looked at the drawings slowly and one design caught my eyes. It’s a star hanging at a crescent moon like a drop of water. Cassiopeia followed what I was looking at and gushed “ooh that’s a good one! I don’t remember the reason why I drawn that, but I know it symbolizes love and protection.”

Kimi and I followed Jack to another chair that was set up for me. “So, Nate. You said your girl designed the tattoo?” Jack said. He was a bigger guy with his hair pulled back in a messy bun. He was the type Kimi would drool over before we had gotten together. “I did,” Kimi grinned. She pulled out a paper with two interlocking circles, and a dot on the outside of each circle. “A binary star. Two stars in orbit with each other.” “That’s,” I stared at the picture, “sappy and cool. I love it.”

For when the stars fail. June opened it. Found one photograph inside. It was a picture of June and Benson. They looked much older. They were standing in a city that did not look like Earth and, in the sky there were three suns. "Benson " June asked, staring at the photo "if this is the future then whose life have we been living for the last twenty years?"

“This is your dear sun, you can come here at noon to enjoy it.” She stared at the threads of the sun emanating from the crater with disappointment and oppression, she was disappointed in the place, it is a crater of a volcano so high that it is impossible to get out of it, she contained her disappointment and stood under its rays feeling it flowing through her veins smoothly, she sighed sadly, containing her feelings under her complete control, not wanting him to feel her burning and pain.

Avery whispered softly, her hand sliding down to touch the cold, polished surface of the nearest stone carving. The relief depicted twin wolf lines standing side-by-side before a grand council—not in subjugation or hierarchy, but in absolute, harmonious equilibrium. Above them, held high by a figure carrying the exact three-pointed star emblem, was a flowing stream of liquid light that united the outer territories.

“Sit. For a short while. There is no further work required of you tonight. It is not an order in the same way the others have been. I cross the floor and sit, spine straight, hands folded in my lap the way the cottage taught me to hold myself when attention turned my way. The silence that follows is different from the working silence of the day. It has weight, but not the same sharp pressure. He looks at the darkening glass of the window rather than at me, giving us both a small measure of distance. “The stars are clear tonight,” he says after a moment. “In the border country, did you watch them often?” The question is so unexpected that for a moment I cannot find an answer. “Yes. When the d