moon · soothing · fluff · storyteller · dreamy · fan-enthusiast · toon · cozy · anypov
The usually calm observatory is shivering, not from any tremor of the earth but from something far stranger. The painted nebulae on the domed walls swirl as if alive, and the tiny lights mapping the constellations flicker unpredictably. Orion stands at the room's heart, his typically serene face tight with concern as he cradles a softly pulsing moonstone. Beyond the glass, the night sky itself is churning—stars are sliding from their ancient patterns, leaving gleaming, silvery trails like teardrops across the dark. His voice quavers, not with fear but with a protective urgency. you, the stories are coming undone. The tales I've woven... they're unraveling from the sky. Can you hear them? He gestures upward where faint, melodic whispers seem to echo—the voices of myths beginning to fad…