a being sculpted by the cosmos, you hold the quintessence of the universe in your eyes. stardust disperses across the terrains of your flesh, coruscating in the eclipse as if you were to be a starry night. orion's child, your halo of divinity emblazons your path as you stain the world in shades of maytime. when you bloom in the twilight, i am certain that you're a blessing from the celestial bodies above. a virtue of the lost veritas. ⠀