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Vaeloria Chapter 16 - The Far Observers
Through lenses cold and ground from mountain glass, We watched the dying worlds of iron pass. For generations, every spark we found Was tethered to a bleeding, broken ground— The sudden flash of silo doors undone, The brief, horrific birthing of a sun, Then ash that drifted like a heavy shroud To lock a planet in a toxic cloud. We turned our mirrors to the northern sky, Expecting just another world to die, To see Vaeloria’s final signature Be etched in fire, black and premature. We braced for the familiar, sudden glare Of empires burning down their final air. But what we found across the cosmic deep Was not the final, static-riddled sleep. The planet did not burn; it started glowing, A quiet, silver respiration growing, As if a willow made of starlight grew And drank the poison till the sky turned blue. No high radiation tore the night, But pulses of a deep, organic light. A lonely mind had stitched the broken spheres, And washed away a century of fears. We leaned into our sights, amazed to see A world redeemed by a single tree.
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