SEA OF VOICES / stargazing

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i heard you were looking like the moon — tags

A weapon clung to a foreign land, covering himself in water most days in hopes he would not burn himself out nor the vegetation around him. A mix of muddy waters and burning flames surrounded his body at nearly all times now, a testament to the conflicting elements within the very nature of himself.

Choose.

Can't you remember?
This was our chance and you blew it for both of us.

Sleep is not an option. It never really had been.

But, now,
he's got something to look at. Something he can always, always look at. Whenever he wanted to, it was there. Right above him. And he can see it.
All by himself.

Some instincts have been settled, food has been obtained, he is not dehydrated, he does not seem to be in any particular danger, and sleep is not an option. Boredom may be the first feeling he can identify in a long time. The silence of it all captures him, the night filled with various hoots, crickets, and other ambiance to answer his body's own crackles. His eyes drift to a place they refused to look for a long time, unable to help himself now. He's no other distractions.

The experiment's glowing gaze slowly shifts upward, his head leaning on a rock and he rests within a puddle in the marsh. The stars reflect in his own eyes, his focus now entirely on them. Constellations dance in his brain, an almost calm look washed over the young boy. His fires die down, creating only a mild blaze. What a nice night for a campfire.