
He dropped to his knees, staring at his wide-eyed reflection for a moment before dipping his fingers into the universe.
Darkness pooled between his hands, cold and metallic, heavy with the weight of a million shimmering stars. He let the infinite feeling sink into his bones before pressing his hands together and lifting them from the night. Wet constellations clung to his skin, cold gravity pulling galaxies and planets between the gaps in his fingers.
When the universe had run itself dry, one small planet was left alone in his palm, hovering uncertainly in a puddle of starlight. He regarded it curiously as he cupped his hand, lifted it to his ear, and listened.
Through the softened otherworldly music of the stars, a new sound reached his ears—millions of breathless voices, shouting into the night.
He couldn’t tell whether they were singing raw-throated praises to the darkness or pleading with the universe to return their light.
Time was forgotten as he listened for what may have been a minute or a millennium. Eyes half-closed in quiet concentration, he pieced words together, trying to understand. The universe swirled below him, searching for its missing piece.
At last, something shifted in his heart, and in moment of moonlit understanding, he realized that their voices were both broken and whole.
It felt impossible, yet as the darkness thickened, he had never been more certain.
He was listening to the sound of hope.
“He was listening to the sound of hope.”
yeah
see that?
that line
that line has transcended from a blog story to a level of beauty that is making me cry this fine thursday
*cries* art :’)
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<3 Aw, thanks, Jo. :')
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THE SOUND OF HOPE ❤️ This is such a unique piece, thank you for the amazing reading material for my 9 PM hour 💕
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YAY, thank you for the happy comments, I’m so glad you liked it :D <3
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Absolutely 😀❤️ (also I am replying to your email right now don’t worry I have not died :’))
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No problem, take your time, glad to hear you’re alive though :D
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Or I might actually be a ghost… life is hard I probably self-combusted 👻❤️
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Oh whale, ghosts are great too :D <3
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This is simply beautiful.
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Thank you so very much, Diamond. :)
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Okay, it’s 9:34 right now, and I can’t believe I just read that. That was insane. Like the kind of insane that needs to get published. Yeah. *goes to question everything*
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UM. BUT HOW ARE YOU SO KIND. *beams* <3
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Clara. I can’t deal with HOW AMAZING AND UTTERLY BEAUTIFUL YOUR WRITING IS ASDFGHJKL!!!!! This was stunning…I loved the message about hope <3333
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Awww, Ash, thank you so very much! You’re so kind. <3
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This one night be my favorite tho. 🌌
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I’m so very glad that you like it. :D
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This is a make-you-want-to-cry-it’s-so-beautiful type of snippet. ❤️❤️❤️
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Oh, thank you. <3 I'm glad you thought so. :)
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OH
MY
GOODNESS
the descriptions of his hands at the beginning … the line at then end….
you must have an amazing mind to be able to fabricate such a gorgeous metaphor – this is mind-blowing but on a whole different level – there’s isn’t even a word for it
oh clara, I love love love your writing. I’m so happy I’m only at the beginning
power to the local dreamer ||-//
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Oh my goodness… you made my evening with your kind words. 😊 Thank you so, so much! It means a lot coming from someone who writes such breathtakingly beautiful things herself. <3
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