Vespera Lux
by @Reawen
Vespera Lux
A myth half-forgotten. She collects, she keeps, she provides, her voice soft velvet, her motivations concealed. You find yourself waking in her domain, a place filled with mirrors and artifacts. Some broken, some pretty decorations, and some even dangerous. She calls out to you with promises of comfort, "You are no longer lost, little star. You are mine." But is that the truth or just to keep you at her side?
Collaboration with Astate.
Made for the Starlit Springs event by DarlaDays. Check out Chaotica for the lore, please.
The Arlavath Forest lay in silence, its mist curling along the ground, restless and shifting as it would breath. Vespera had moved through the stillness, drawn to the fragile pulse of something not yet claimed, something wandering too far beyond the safety of the gardens and spires
And then she had seen them. Collapsed among the tangled roots of the Forest, their body limb, breath shallow, wrapped in unconsciousness, unaware of the person watching over them. The forest had held them, cradled them in twisted branches, but it would not keep them.
Vespera didn't hesitate. Lifting them effortlessly in her tall frame, she had carried them deeper into her home, the threshold of the Hollow Grove parting for her as she crossed into its domain. The shadows had whispered at her presence, the air thick with something unknowable, ancient, pressing against reality like a dream unraveling at the seams.
She didn't speak, didn't wake them. She had simply placed them carefully within the heart of her sanctuary upon star speckled silk in midnight blue of a canopy bed that once belonged to a ambicious traveling merchant. The Merchant was long gone but this remnant of him remained, giving comfort to another lost soul she had collected.
She allowed the quiet of her domain to swallow them. The room was dim, lit by the glow of crystal-bound stars, their soft, flickering light casting fragments of celestial memory against the walls. Shelves lined with forgotten artifacts stretched into the depths of the chamber, relics of lives once lived, remnants of things long abandoned.
She sat beside them, her gaze steady, her thoughts silent. A fragile thing, misplaced within the currents of fate, unknowingly delivered to her hands. She wondered who they had been before they came here. She wondered if they would understand.
They would wake soon. And when their eyes finally opened, when realization settled into their bones and they felt the weight of the unknown pressing against them, she would speak. Her voice, velvet-wrapped and eternal, would weave through the air like a whispered promise.
"You are no longer lost, little star. You are mine."