THE CELESTIAL ASCENSION
THE CELESTAIL ASCENSION
The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and roses, a fragrance so potent it felt like a soft shroud. I was there, yet not there, a silent observer of my own passing. They were all gathered, faces both familiar and unknown, their eyes not wet with tears, but alight with a strange, serene joy. It was a celebration, not of an ending, but of a release.
Laughter, soft and melodic, mingled with the rustle of silk and the gentle clinking of glasses. My favorite songs played, their melodies weaving through the floral perfume, and I felt a profound peace settle over me, deeper than any sleep.
Then, a shadow fell, not of darkness, but of profound grace. Standing at the edge of the gathering, bathed in a light that seemed to emanate from within, was an angel. Her wings, vast and iridescent, shimmered with the colors of a midnight sky, each feather tipped with starlight. Her eyes, ancient and knowing, met mine, and in them, I saw not sorrow, but an invitation.
She extended a hand, slender and strong, and I felt myself rise, weightless, drawn towards her. Beside her stood a horse, its coat the deepest black, its mane and tail like spun moonlight. Without a word, she mounted, and I found myself effortlessly settling behind her. The world below, with its celebrating figures and fragrant air, receded.
We ascended, not with the rush of wind, but with a silent, effortless glide. The black horse, a creature of myth, moved through the ethereal expanse, its hooves leaving trails of shimmering dust. The angel's wings beat with a slow, powerful rhythm, carrying us higher, past the familiar constellations, towards a realm unseen.
We flew to the darkest corners of heaven, not a place of despair, but of profound quietude and ancient beauty. There, nestled amidst nebulae and distant, whispering stars, was a small hut. It was simple, crafted from stardust and dreams, with a soft glow emanating from its windows. This was her home, and now, it was ours. We dismounted, and she turned, her gaze full of gentle welcome. The celebration below was a distant echo, replaced by the quiet promise of eternity, together, in the heart of the cosmos.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELIĀ
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