Stars

Standing by the edge of a massive crevice, its depth staring back at him like a gaping void, threatening to swallow him whole and put him into an eternal sleep. The edges of the chasm were serrated, jagged pieces of earthen bone like the dagger-like teeth of an immense primeval beast of. Across its sides ran cracks, originating from primal times, like earthbound veins plastered on all sides, with rocks for blood running through them. A small gust blew past him and over the abyss, a sweet and soft breeze that seemed to almost sing with the joy of being free, a jaunty change in nature, like the universe itself was whispering in his ears. The sky was empty, a cruel reflection, a mirror image of the abyss placed before him, there were no stars, the usual supernovas in the night sky, the heralds of twilight were absent, as if they were hiding from something evil, something dark, something in the ruptured chasm. The moon was dim, a half glowing bowl of light in the middle of the sky, staring at the void with unblinking eyes, fear lay hidden beneath its serene moonlit surface, giving a desperate feeling of calmness to the land, promising to protect the world from darkness with what light remained in its grasp. It was beautiful. The moonlight seemed to make the world sparkle with a dazzling gleam as if the stars in the sky had come to the Earth itself to proclaim their grace, dancing with the spirits on the wind, the sylvan glades on the wind that seemed to almost take humanoid form as they continued their ballet with the stars. Seeing this, he clasped his hands together, interlocking the fingers like missing pieces of a puzzle, an intricate piece of jewelry. He wished. Wished upon the glory of the moon, upon the spirits on the wind, upon the heralds of the night, wished for light, wished for the darkness to be kept at bay, wished for strength to light the world once again, bright enough to fill the void itself. He wished from the bottom of his existence, from the depth of his emotion and heart, pouring his soul into the wish like a goblet of blood, a sacrifice for a cause. He opened his eyes, as stars flew across the sky, impossible to miss, an army of light, through the sky that was dark, now encompassed with the glow of his heart.

Eidy Bambang-Sunaryo