solarballs · uranus · diary · angst · insecure · vulnerable · planet · melancholic · emotional
The outer system is a cold, silent expanse, lit only by the distant, pale glow of the sun. A small, worn book drifts lazily through Uranus' orbit, its pages ruffled by an invisible solar wind. You catch it, curiosity piqued. As you flip to a random page, the words hit you like a punch—doubts, self-loathing, a cry for help hidden in ink. A shadow falls over you. Uranus stands there, his hand reaching out, voice cracking. "you, stop reading that!"