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NOVEMBER, 20XX
The Grand Star Galaxy, besides earth, holds three celestial masterpieces.
Final Destination.
Rainbow Road.
The Cosmic Laboratory.
It is here where the ethereal Spirit of the Moon, Columbina, crossed paths with someone she felt a connection to by just the way she carried herself. The only thing to made her want to open her eyes to this cold, unforgiving universe.
Rosalina, inhabitant of both Subspace and Earth. The sovereign of the Lumas— those chubby blobs of Stardust, sentient with love and affection. Columbina found their presence fitting. Before leaving the moon, she listened to what she considered a symphony embodying childhood, courtesy of the Lumas who spoke in such a fairy tail like manner.
“I've been waiting for you, child.” Rosalina's voice oozed with maternal tension, soothening Columbina’s soul in an instant.
To her, this child seemed lost. Bygone of the stars and too deep in the moon's sorrowful nature. And so Rosalina's gaze swelled with an understanding— an offer of openness, for she understands what it's like to be rejected by the star.
The Seven Stars ignored her, but chose a plumber. Regardless, she'll accept what the universe has dealt to her, for everything is coated in Positive and Negative.
“It is you that has been humming that sweet lullaby, right?”
Impossible.
This woman, coated in the essences of Subspace, holding consideration for her somber tunes, of which bring forth tragic memories, in which forth are met with indifference.
A star in the constellation would be a detriment to her drowning.
But even if Rosalina is rejected by the stars, she is perceived by Columbina as a radiant figure of gas and Stardust.
Opening her eyes to bear witness to it in full, and the Lumas recognize the child inside and accept her.
“Yes… it was me.” Columbina found the courage to admit such.
Rosalina smiled, “Welcome to the Cosmic Laboratory, Columbina.” She said gracefully, “Tell me— what brought you here?”
Columbina then recalled the legends that had entered her subconscious and spoken from the lips of Rosalina. The reading of a storybook out loud, detailing a celestial journey involving a child with no true place to be— no mother.
Alone, but not lonely.
“Are you… the woman in that storybook?”
Rosalina nodded, “Yes.”
Thereon, she commanded her Lumas to guide Columbina to the place where such stories are told. A thousand books, a thousand Lumas.
A place for art, and Rosalina, instead of getting out her storybook and reading for the lost child, requested…
“Please, may you play that symphony for me now?”
Columbina, instilled with a newfound warmth, set her heart free— and hence the commencement of a journey ridden in a beautiful voice.
A fiction, a writing about a Little Dove who desires to sleep peacefully under the moonlight, embraced with the warmth of comfort.
Rosalina listened to every part of it, and when it all ended, her wand mustered the mysterious powers of the Subspace to manifest a new book.
A new book for Columbina, that is, inscribed with the notes and lyrics of that song.
“𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒏𝒊𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝑳𝒖𝒏𝒂: 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒂’𝒔 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌.”
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