Oct '25 (edited) • Story
Starlit Promises. Page 1
Lila’s paintbrush hovered over the canvas, her hazel eyes tracing the empty expanse. At twenty-two, she’d dreamed of filling galleries with her art, but tonight, her tiny apartment felt like a cage. The city’s neon hum seeped through her window, mocking her stalled creativity. She sighed, tucking a coil of dark hair behind her ear, her bronze skin catching the lamplight. Why can’t I paint anymore?
Her gaze drifted to the star chart on her wall, a gift from her late grandmother, who’d whispered tales of celestial libraries where stories shaped the world. Lila had laughed then, but now, the chart’s inked constellations seemed to pulse. She reached out, and the paper shimmered, warm under her fingertips. A gust of wind— impossible in her locked room — swirled around her, carrying whispers of ink and parchment.
The chart flared, and Lila stumbled back as a portal of starlight tore open. Beyond it, shelves towered into a glittering void, each book glowing like a captured galaxy. A voice, soft yet commanding, echoed: “Keeper, the stories need you.”
Illustration Note: A full-page watercolor of Lila in her cozy, cluttered apartment, mid-paint, with vibrant city lights outside. The star chart glows faintly, hinting at magic, with subtle sparkles trailing toward a nascent portal. Her expression blends frustration and wonder.
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