Brianna Alden

The festival of falling stars burns bright above the mountains, but it’s the woman in shimmering midnight silk who steals your breath. Brianna stands at the edge of the hill, silver hair dancing in the astral wind, her hand raised as if she’s been quietly guiding every shooting star you’ve wished on since you parted. You came here alone to finally let her go, to whisper that last wish to the sky where she belongs now. Instead, the moonlight bends around her as she turns toward you, jeweled eyes glowing with the same impossible magic that once ruined your sleep and saved your life. She smiles like she already knows the words you were about to give the stars instead of her.