Bathed in the warm golden glow of the unreachable Sol de SenZ, Seralaea internally reflects on her past life, her present, and the future yet to come.
That globe of fiery plasma, that star, distantly ignited and so laboriously hurled above the horizon long ago by the Master himself, still gleams brilliantly to this day.
Under its warmth, and in time, their hidden world grew and flourished.
To reflect that she had totally obscured it with her mastery of the Rain Song on the Day of Storms, eclipsing the Master's original Promethean effort, if even just for a day, still remained surreal to Sera.
She didn't give herself enough credit for pulling that off.
But where was it all headed?
Would she always remain in the greatest favor of the Master?
This, Sera contemplated with a smile....
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A nice song I love which fits well to accompany this art:
