I kindle the light which burn within stars, I rejoice when existence is born and morn when it dies.
I am the light which dances for all to see, I am the light which shines, burns,glows. I am the day,I am the dawn.
I don't like the silence it confirms my lonesomeness. All know of me but non know me. Except, there is one like I that knows me. It craves the silence, It longs for lonesomeness. It hide whenever I search for it, within crevices I cannot reach, within shadows I cannot dissipate.
I sing to it yet it does not sing back. I dance for it but it does not watch, I call for it but it does not answer, it is ever silent.
Well, until recently that is. Its first words were to those beings called gods. I cannot hide my displeasure, always have I called for it yet these beings called gods receive a response where I do not.
I long to become its friend. yet it seems to have already found one, in a wandering cosmic entity.
I am jealous, I too long for a friend.
No longer can I watch as they journey together.
I search no more, I sing no more. The silence I endure.
I turn my attention to those I most favour. They deem themselves the fey, their beauty adored by many. once seen throughout the realms, now they hide, slowly becoming myth. tall tails mothers tell their children.
I am baffled that they choose to hide, their formidable might during the great conflict ensured that none would wantonly incur their ire.
I grow excited, a new fey is about to be born, a rare event. I watch in anticipation as I have always done, the birth of every fey I have spectated.
I have watched as the newly born fey grow, I observed as it took it's first flight, as it danced and flew with joy upon awakening its affinity with the wind, as it played pranks on its seniors, as it tried to cort female fey....oh I see its a male. the features of the genders don't differ much... confusing.
I laugh as he nervously fumbles his way through his first date, I cheer as he copulates for the first time, I felt sadness when his first mate abandon him, I became bored when he discovered written records of neglected feyan knowledge. I grew curious when he retreated into his chambers for what these beings call long time.
I anxiously watch as he presented his research to the fey king and queen, I grew amused as he blushes upon seeing the fey princess. I observe as the princess curiosity triumphs, as she reviews his research, as she becomes enamored with it,as she supports him, as she helps him convince the feyans.
I watch as he reinvigorates long abandoned feyan magics. I watch as he leads the feyans to prosperity once lost.
joyful that the feyans once again enter a glorious era, I sing.
I sing to praise, I sing to encourage.
"huh...who's signing?" the feyan male I have been observing confusingly asked an empty laboratory.
I am surprised... he can hear my song...
I
I
I think I found a friend.