>Yazira: Go outside. Look up.
You go outside and look up. The cool air of endless nights caresses your shoulders like a lover.
No streetlight or dome-glow from where the titan sits at can blot out the stardust canopy above. Everything so dizzyingly vast, everything so close you could lovingly touch it. Shekinester says this all belongs to all of us. These stars, these worlds, the bounty of the lands, the secrets of the depths and hidden places. Everything the goddesses create for us, elaborate for us, weave for us, all matter and all energy, all magic and all prayers, all our best luck and every one of our granted wishes. All consecrated unto the living. All offered up with love and endless kindness for the living.
There will be harrowing and sad times ahead, sometimes. Life does not come without those. But they will not define the far-flung journey that you are about to take. You have only begun to lap at the milky well of wonder that Existence has to offer. You will find a way to move forward, and you will be bringing EVERYONE INTO THE FUTURE WITH YOU, be they linking arms with you gladly or kicking and screaming.
The twinkling stars above gently watch over you as you snake-wiggle your juicy butt back on home to the Anseri.
You have been playing STELLY JAM.