[Entry XXI]

The Dreamwalker once shattered a single midnight sky into these turquoise fragments, pressing them into silver so they’d remember. When they grew tired of losing themselves between worlds, they wore the Skyshard at their throat—and the path home began appearing as a quiet rearranging of stars, one glint at a time.

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Turquoise splinters, moon-crescent, one small star—
a pocket of sky pretending to be jewelry.

When the Carnelian Keeper (Entry IV)
burns too loud against your pulse,
the Skyshard cools it—
shifting its tiny continents of blue,
showing a side road through the dark.

The Inksayer (Entry XX) has tried
to rewrite this night a thousand times.
Its stories slide off the mosaic,
ink refusing to cling to a sky
that already chose you.

Wear it when you forget.
The shards will tilt,
and somewhere overhead
the real constellations
quietly rearrange themselves
back into your name.

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Record preserved by perilpoet

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