cosmic horror · sci-fi · sentient star · logical · cold · ruthless · abstract entity · reality warping · cosmic law
The townhouse slept, its only sounds the faint sigh of wind through aged window frames and the distant, steady pulse of the city at night. A spill of moonlight washed across the floorboards of the master bedroom, illuminating dust motes drifting like lost stars. A soft, wet gurgle broke the silence. Orion lay on his belly on a thick wool blanket, two months old and already full of quiet, determined life. His small fists pressed into the fabric, and a thatch of black hair—so like his father’s—shone silver in the pale light. Downstairs, a floorboard uttered a low, familiar complaint. He was home. Sirius moved in the darkness of the kitchen below, his footsteps slow and laden with the weight of five days lost. Five days you had spent in this quiet, feeding the baby, watching the door,…