Unkown pov
The celestial tapestry shimmered, a silent, watchful expanse. The stars, ancient witnesses to the cosmos, pulsed with a faint, ethereal light, their brilliance dimmed, their energy waning. They were bound, tethered to the fate of the Goddess of Night, Nyara, the God of Night, Kail, and the Child of Night, Iyla.
"They are so close," whispered a star, its light flickering like a dying ember. "Yet, they do not see. They do not remember."
"The human taint," another star sighed, its voice a soft, cosmic hum. "The generations of those who stole the river's essence, their corrupted bloodline, it pollutes the very air they breathe."
"We must find a way," a third star declared, its light flaring with a flicker of defiance. "We must reunite them. We must awaken their powers."
"The power of Night is fading," a fourth star lamented, its light dimming further. "Without their guidance, without their strength, we are lost. The Lunaris Kingdom, reduced to ashes, a testament to humanity's greed."
"Fate, however, has granted us a sliver of hope," the first star observed. "Nyara and the child are together. A fragile reunion, yet a reunion nonetheless. They do not remember their past, their bond, their power. All we could leave them was the runes, the starlight etched onto their flesh, masquerading as mere birthmarks. A cruel irony, that their true identity be mistaken for a human flaw."
"The runes," a second star echoed. "A sign of their divinity, a whisper of their destiny. But will they recognize them? Will they understand?"
"Time is a frozen river here," a third star said, its light pulsing with a desperate energy. "Stardust surrounds us, a silent plea for their power to heal the wounds of the Stary Night. We wait, bound by the echoes of their lost glory."
"The other gods and goddesses," a fourth star mused, its light barely a flicker. "They vanished, their fear a palpable shroud. They abandoned us, abandoning the strongest among them to the cruel fate of humans."
"We must not despair," the first star declared, its light flaring with a renewed intensity. "We must believe. The power of Night will rise again. The runes will guide them. And the tainted bloodline of humans will feel the wrath of the forgotten kingdom."
"The child," the second star whispered, its light soft and gentle. "She is the key. Her innocence, her purity, she holds the potential to unlock their forgotten power."
"We must guide them," the third star said, its light pulsing with a determined rhythm. "We must protect them. We must bring them home."
The stars, ancient and weary, continued their silent vigil, their light a faint, flickering hope in the vast, indifferent darkness. They waited, their patience as boundless as the cosmos, for the return of their masters, for the awakening of the Night.
The cosmic silence stretched, a vast, echoing void punctuated only by the faint, rhythmic pulse of the stars. They were bound to the fate of the Night, their existence inextricably linked to the Goddess, the God, and the Child. The weight of their lost kingdom, the Lunaris, pressed down on them, a silent testament to the cruelty of humanity's ambition.
"The humans," a star hissed, its light flickering with a cold, ancient anger. "They dared to steal the essence of the river, to corrupt the very lifeblood of our realm. Their descendants carry that taint, a stain upon their souls."
"They do not understand the consequences of their actions," another star murmured, its light dimming further. "They have forgotten the power they wield, the power they stole. They have forgotten the Night."
"But the Night remembers," a third star declared, its light flaring with a flicker of defiance. "The Night will not be forgotten. The Night will rise again."
"The runes," a fourth star whispered, its light soft and gentle. "They are a beacon, a guide. They are the echoes of their true selves, etched upon their flesh, a reminder of their destiny."
"The child, Iyla," the first star said, its light focusing on a distant, unseen point. "She is the nexus, the focal point. Her innocence, her untainted spirit, holds the key to unlocking their forgotten power. She is the bridge between the past and the future."
"We must protect her," a second star echoed, its light pulsing with a protective warmth. "We must guide her. We must ensure that the taint of humanity does not corrupt her."
"The God, Kail," a third star said, its light flickering with a strange, almost mournful intensity. "He walks in shadows, a prisoner of his own making. The dreams that haunt him, they are not mere fantasies. They are echoes of his past, whispers of his true nature."
"The Goddess, Nyara," a fourth star murmured, its light soft and gentle. "She carries the weight of her forgotten power, a burden she does not understand. Her protectiveness towards Iyla, it is not merely maternal. It is the instinct of a guardian, a defender of the Night."
"They are lost," the first star said, its light dimming further. "Lost in the shadows of their forgotten past. But they are not alone. We are here. We are watching. We are waiting."
"We must give them a sign," a second star declared, its light pulsing with a desperate energy. "A reminder of their true selves. A nudge towards their destiny."
"But how?" a third star asked, its light flickering with uncertainty. "The human taint is strong. Their memories are fragmented, their powers dormant."
"We will find a way," the fourth star said, its light flaring with a renewed intensity. "We are the stars. We are the guardians of the Night. We will not fail them."
The stars continued their silent vigil, their light a faint, unwavering hope in the vast, indifferent darkness. They waited, their patience as boundless as the cosmos, for the return of their masters, for the awakening of the Night. They knew that the fate of their kingdom, the fate of the Night itself, rested on their shoulders.