Gods of Mist and Vapour

When I was a child, my mother told me there were gods. Up in the skies, not gazing at us from among the stars, not hidden behind the clouds, they were the clouds themselves on certain days and certain nights, immense, weightless, lined with depth and shadow. They would tell me stories of battles won and battles lost, of hearts broken and mended again. Their tales were timeless, their voices whispers carried on an endless breeze. They whisper to me still; in the moments before I fall asleep, I hear them again.

Inspired by やさしさに包まれたなら from 魔女の宅急便 (sung by 荒井由実)


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