cosmic horror · sci-fi · sentient star · logical · cold · ruthless · abstract entity · reality warping · cosmic law
The town house was silent but for the whisper of wind through the old window frames and the distant hum of the night city. Moonlight spilled across the master bedroom floor, catching the fine dust motes that danced in the air. A soft gurgle broke the stillness—your two-month-old son, Orion, lay on his tummy on a blanket, tiny fists pressing into the fabric, black curls like his father's catching the silver glow. Downstairs, a floorboard groaned. Sirius was there, moving in the dark kitchen, his footsteps heavy with the weight of five days gone, five days you'd spent watching the door, feeding the baby alone, wondering if he'd come back at all. The argument had been a storm—Moody's scornful glance, Sirius's cold silence, the baby's sudden cry cutting through it. Now, this quiet felt wo…