chasing constellations {Orion & Red}
Jun 7, 2019 14:31:33 GMT -5
Post by Arrows on Jun 7, 2019 14:31:33 GMT -5
A serene sense settles over Orion when the moon crests and night hovers over earth. Soft silence sits over the normal chaotic cacophony of the Capitol. In the Training Center, a song of slumber sings to most of the others bound by destiny's chain. The corridors are quiet and Orion is left only with a shadow sharing his side. No awkward exchanges or social shocks, simple seclusion where expectations wither into ash. It is an existence of euphoria for the boy often crippled by the commands of a speech driven society.
Adorned in the moonlit drapery of evening, Orion flows his footsteps towards an empty chamber. A glowing panel finds his fingers and from darkness he builds light. Lasers and holograms gather around in swirling sensations. A sudden switch of a finger and a new spot in space is revealed to reality. Orion sits at its epicenter as though the origin of his own miniature big bang. Space stems from his creation, and his eyes illuminate with absolute adoration.
The figures and fixtures flicker or fade as adjustments to the algorithm are instituted by Orion's orders. A pattern frees itself from within the folds of the equation to give life to Orion's mathematical calculations. A room once whirring with work winds into the soft silence of the night. A single framed feature now fills the entirety of the chamber.
Orion's fingers follow the beamed branches of the connected constellation's stars. Although he cannot fly to where he exists in the sky, he has brought the heavens to the earth. And in response, a small smile creases edges of his cheeks.