Dmetrystar Link

Not a guide. Not a warning. Just a small, impossible light saying: You are not as lost as you think. But you are not as found as you were. Would you like a poem, a micro-story, or a character sketch for someone named Dmetrystar next?

Not a star, exactly. More a wound in the velvet, a pinprick through which another sky breathes. Its light has no color you can name. Amethyst? No — too sweet. Mercury? Too cold. Call it remembered silver : the glint on a locket before you opened it, the sheen on a raven's wing a second before it turns. dmetrystar

Maybe it's a dying star from a universe that ended yesterday, its last photon tunneling through the crack in reality's door. Maybe it's a lantern carried by someone looking for you in the dark, someone whose name you've forgotten but whose hand you would still recognize. Not a guide