Disclaimer: I do not own Lucky Star
Even through the gradual fading inwards of her presence in the morning mist, soaking inwards this gradual change, there, world itself changed around me. Every step closer, I smell the bright air around me, the feeling of brilliant gusts wells up in me. She seems to almost to be glowing brightly in this morning mist. I am oriented now: I found the center of the universe. It was the simple switch of the light; I think that I knew at that instant everything I needed to know. And so I glide across the ground, knowing everything I want to know.
Twirling around in a half-spin so that she could see the place where I gravitate towards her, I go around to walking as if I were in a trance. This moment stretches out for miles, it curls around my tongue, and I savour its taste. The silence sails through unbroken; it stretches out for miles as long as the moment. It is all in the silent whispers, all of my understanding. I do not know how long I have known this secret of the universe; has answered all of my questions I had before in a single answer. And so I glide across the ground, knowing everything I want to know.
She fades in, the white cloud covering her form dissolving as I get closer. A simple gesture like the wind, waving her hand with a light flutter. And then when she starts in a direction, a motion so simple as this sways me as does the sea-tide; it beckons me to move as she does. I follow, but I am not the follower. We start to navigate through the space around it like two lights in an infinite space of darkness – we follow through as the sound of a chord. This passes through the silence; there is no talking. It is merely understood. And so I glide across the ground, knowing everything I want to know.
This is the white mist of the morning, filling the space around it as it twirls and shakes in it space. Everywhere around is the mist; it moves as the wind does. The air, however, is still, the moist air resting upon itself in its space. The mist is a cloud, and it is gentle as it is one, and it goes around us softly as a blanket. I walk behind, with her as the guiding-light, shining through the space around in its unknown white expanse, and go through the path drawn out by the path of her feet. This is everything I need to know about where to go. And so I glide across the ground, knowing everything I want to know.
The wind is picking up again, and the air has become much colder from the gust as it rushes about harshly. Of everything, the swirls of the clouds in the air tumbles across itself and thrash about in tumultuous waves, but with a flutter that is light, light like the flutter of the her hand a moment ago. The wind reverberates with its great noise as it rushes about. The gusts sure are here, although some clouds blown by the wind have recently come, and have hidden away the sun, dimming the Earth beneath. Cold, I go closer to her and clasp tightly with Konata. I want to know how this sudden wind came about, but I don't.
Note: I think that this turned out better than the first attempt, but I still think I could do better, and I will try writing this for a third time. It would be appreciated if you would tell me your thoughts on this.
