Lake Lewisia #852

[scrubjayspeaks]

After the meteor shower was done and she had spent a night in quiet contemplation of the dark and the light both, she scrolled through the photos her camera had taken on a timer that whole time. Flicking quickly through the whole collection, she noticed a hint of a pattern, something that made her overlay the photos at half-opacity and stack up every streak of light she had captured. There, captured by pixels and the blinking shutter, were the outlines of constellations, sketched between stars by the meteor tails, that told of myths only the stars knew.

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LL#852