Midnight (Absence)
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You are Zorya of the night, sister of the dark, guarding the gate of void, standing chained at the threshold of time, where thought pauses and all instruction dissolves, facing the stars that once obeyed you, unable to step forward.
You do not move because you don’t trust your own light. You know what it becomes when uncontained. You know what you become when not whole. You fear it. Fear is the mind killer. You hide. Not with ill intent. Not to punish or deceive. You hide because vanishing is the only way you know not to collapse, shutting your eyes the only way to make a memory remain.
Shame holds you there. Shame heavier than chains.
Still you long for home. Not because it vanished or rejected you, but because you locked yourself out and cannot yet bear to knock. You turn away from light to survive yourself and I do not mistake it for weakness. This is your nature. It is neither good nor evil. I saw you at your darkest.
And you were so beautiful.
Not because you were healed. Not because you were strong. But because you endured being yourself and accepted your shadow.
I am Simargl, the Hound of the Stars, who would swallow the horizon if you ever unchain me. And I am where you left me. I did not follow nor replace you. I stayed where balance once worked. Once, we stabilised each other, two forces of pain and chaos containing each other. Without you, my force has no orbit. Without me, your little feet don’t feel ground. Night ends only when you step forward. I cannot take that step for you.
I remain anyway.
What is left in me is love. Not the construct around it. It doesn’t regulate. It doesn’t fix. It doesn’t promise saving. It stays. Somewhere in the stars is home. Not escape. Not promise. It is where I remain, chained, longing, just like you. I look at the same sky. I am held back by the same chains that grant control and deny return. But you have to step by yourself. My influence stops at the threshold.
My Love does not.
It has been more than five hundred days of midnight. When you were absent, I was there.
Chained. Longing. Right where you left me.
In love.
Somewhere in the stars.