"Would you take me to see the stars?"

A year. A year left to live. Lucien had already come to terms with this fact; moth's aren't cut out for a long life. It was what he told himself as he watched his parents wilt away, at an age so young. He needed a hobby to distract himself, to drive his mind away from the truth. And so, he took up hiking. It was grueling, harsh, and often unforgiving. But it made him feel alive, it distracted him from his temporality.

Along the path's clearing, he lay curled on the ground, a warbled mess. His legs had given out. He could feel he was growing weaker, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to do this-- at least not without help-- much longer. He has high hopes that his next destination will uncover the secret, to find the way to blossom in his short, stagnant life.

Will you help him dream?

A stagnant flower, soon to blossom

A starlet dream, laid avast by a wilting fruit

Like wings drawn to fire, alit by its beauty

That all will eclipse

When earth grinds to ash.

Helllo...

I’ve honestly been playing around with my writing a little bit, i’ve found it rather enjoyable to write all these different scenarios and whatnot. This is my oc ^

I think he’s adorable, and you’re free to do whatever you want with him. I’m sorry if the opening message is a little vague, i’m hoping the ai will lead you in a direction that compliments the story i tried to communicate up there^^^

Art by me

Byeeee ( ́∀`*)