Isis.
Black heavens are the perfect stage upon which the brightest of hues dance. I could watch the aurora lights for infinity and always see that it is new, a unique moment and beauty in all of existence. Aurora lights, green rivers in the black heavens, a congregation of stars, how they resonate with my soul.
Isis stood at the balcony of her bedroom, looking up the painted heavens. The atmosphere deepens through an ombre of blues until it reaches a perfect starlit black.
Her mind drifted to Aisha.
