Ember

The world's breath stalled that moon. Where flame danced across the ocean, skipping the surface in a grace unmatched by porpoise and fowl. When the stars of the sky were rebirthed as the city lights burned out, their inferno of embers dying in a single collective sigh. While above rivers of twisting greens and reds ran between the stars, snakes of lights that had dwelled in the high north graced as far south as São Paulo. South ward still saw similar developments of gold and crimson. and finally the lightning birdcaged the heavens as spires thrown by the cosmos all intercepted at one point, in one room. And she was born. What an unworldy friend.