Novaria

Novaria woke up in the silence of the night. She found herself in the vast, empty darkness once again, floating among the remains of the Star Atlas.

But unlike the countless times before, an exceptionally bright star could be seen this night. As Novaria gazed upon it, her hands reached out as if by instinct, until it was stopped by an invisible cage.

Of course they wouldn't allow it. Novaria knew that all too well. This night, and every night, the stars held her prisoner. She could only watch the tiny glimmers overhead and ruminate the story of her life over and over again.

A story that they had written.