Yo I'd recommend reading this on Ao3 instead. There's some text formatting I did on it that FFN doesn't support.
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FFN won't let me cleanly put the link in, so this is the best I can do. I have the same same over on Ao3 too, if you'd rather search for it.
I cannot touch the ceiling. It is too far. Nothing I can do would bring me high enough.
There are white trails of smoke, and they move, all in the same direction. These must be clouds.
When the outer ceiling is blue, there is a big, bright circle that hurts to look at. I think this is what they call the sun.
When it is black, and the world is dark, there are more lights. They are weak and small, and there are only a few. They are pretty. They may be the stars, but if they are, there aren't as many of them as I hoped.
Sometimes, there is a third light. It is shaped like a bow without a string. It's dim when the world is bright and bright when the world is dim.
It's pretty too.
There are things above me. Some of them are gray with hints of blue, and they fly. They're alive, but I never see them for very long.
The other things are farther away. They move like the clouds: only in one direction, and in a straight line. When I see them, they make a lot of noise.
The surface is strange.
The ceiling is gray. It is not blue or black, but it is bright outside, and people are busy.
The air feels different, too. It's cooler, and heavier.
I cannot see any clouds. Or is it gray because it is all clouds?
It is still gray. It's weird because it's not all a solid color. Some spots are darker than others. I think it is clouds. The color moves, all in one direction, just like clouds. Is it one cloud, or many small clouds close together?
There is water falling outside. It is not like the faucet. They're tiny. And there are a lot of them. But they don't shine like a light, so they can't be stars.
I reached outside, and one landed on my hand. It's water. They called this "rain".
But now it is stronger. I have to keep the window closed, or I will get wet.
The outer ceiling isn't gray anymore. It's blue again. And the clouds—I think they're clouds—are gone. I don't see them anymore. The bright lightsun is back.
I'm lucky that I can always see it outside my window. But I can't look at it, or it hurts. It's frustrating.
Most of the time, it is blue or black. But when the sun is going down or just coming up, it becomes many colors at once. If I look closer to the sun, it looks orange. If I look at the other side, it is violet. But if I look up at it all at once, it's orange, purple, and every color between them.
I never thought of colors like that, like there were colors between other colors. I wonder if they all have their own names.
The third light has changed shape. It is thicker. Is it brighter? It's half of a circle now. Parts of it are darker than others. It's gray, like the clouds from yesterday.
It looks like more of it is hidden, like there's a shadow. What could cast a shadow on something so far away?
Bright today
Bright today
Sunny today
The third light has changed shape again. It is now a full circle, and it doesn't look like any more of it is hidden. It has to be the moon. The orb in the outer ceiling that shrank and grew. It's even brighter now.
The only thing I haven't found is the stars.
I went to the roof, which is closer to the outer ceiling. The tiny lights I could see from my window were still there. But there were a few more of them.
It was scary. There weren't any walls, and I was so high up. If I could reach out, infinitely, I would never touch anything.
Then I went back inside. The new lights were gone.
Maybe they are stars, and I'm not looking at them right.
The moon is getting smaller. The shadow is coming back, this time from the other side. Sometimes, I want to touch it. But it's so far away. I don't know how far away.
The outer ceiling is gray again. I miss the moon and the sun, but I like this too. The clouds must be blocking the sun, because it isn't warm next to my window anymore.
Will I see rain again?
The rain is louder than the last time. Sometimes, I will hear a very loud noise, like hundreds of soldiers marching away.
And twice, a really bright flash came through my window. Something is different this time.
(The page is wrinkled and torn. Whatever was written was written in a frenzy)
light
jagged
bright
loud
so pretty
i love it
Something happened that they never talked about underground. It was another light, but it was instant, and it wasn't a circle. It went from the dark cloud to the surface. And it was much louder, as loud as an artillery battery firing all at once.
I want to see it again.
It's sunny today
The moon keeps getting smaller. It's now the other side of the half circle. But it's still bright. Why is it bright? And why doesn't it hurt to look at?
I've lost hours of my life looking up
There are different kinds of clouds. Sometimes, they're big and thick. Sometimes, they're wispy and fragile. I look away, and they are gone.
One of the birds, I think they're called, landed on the windowsill today. I stayed there, still, for a long time. I didn't want to scare it. It only walked around. There was nothing else to do—I had no food there.
I don't know if it even noticed me. But I liked the way it looked.
I can't see the moon. The place where it was before is empty. I even went to the roof to look around.
The air up there was cool, and it was moving. I wasn't moving—the air was. It made my eyes dry, and it was hard to see. But I still looked, and I couldn't see the moon.
I hope it will be back.
It's back. Small and bow-shaped again, like when I first saw it. Tomorrow, I think, it'll grow larger again, and keep growing until it is a circle. Then it will get smaller until it disappears, then it'll be a bow again.
Just like how someone always told me.
It is called the Sky
(Many of the following pages are fairly uninteresting. The writer doesn't have much to say for many of the following months. It is clear, though, that she is infatuated with the sky.
After some point, she began to write again.)
(The words are clear as if the writer's hand was perfectly steady.)
I am safe. I am alive.
There aren't many people in the city anymore. Nobody turns on the lights at night. But still, there are some that shine after it gets dark enough.
Strangely, I can see more of what I think are stars.
I'm glad the moon and sun haven't left.
The view is better from the tower. It's higher than the roof, and it's windier. The stars are even more up there, when I'm higher up than all the city lights.
I'm not supposed to be up there, but I won't stay underground again.
Someone joined me on the tower. She should have told me to leave, but she didn't. I was surprised she let me look at the sky.
We weren't together for long, but I should thank her.
(The words are pressed deep into the page)
The sunrise is nice
The people have come back. I'm happy they're safe. But I can't see the stars anymore.
I went a little farther away from the city, and the stars came back. It was darker than usual, even though the moon was almost at its brightest.
I might consider going back out there more often.
In the square, there are more lights, and I can't see any stars. And when there are less lights, there are more stars.
Maybe when there aren't many lights, the stars decide to replace them.
Someone took me far away from the city, to the ocean. It was dangerous, but I wasn't afraid. I was confused until she took me outside and told me to look up.
That is what stars were supposed to look like.
There were hundreds of them. Some were bright, some were dim, but they were so much better than the dozens I could see anywhere else. It might have been the boat, but I felt dizzy looking at them.
There were even new colors. It looked like a scar made of a million tiny dots. Those must have been stars too. I couldn't see it until that night.
She told me about constellations. Something ancient humans liked. They were lines between the stars, and they made pictures. I couldn't see them very well, but I like the idea.
I took someone else there. She liked it too, but I don't think she likes the sky as much as I do. It was funny, though. I don't often laugh, but seeing her face was nice.
It doesn't matter how many stars you can see when it's sunrise because the stars disappear when the sun comes up. It's a very warm shade of red, and it turns into a very beautiful shade of blue. The sun's brighter than any star anyway.
A lot happened today, but I shouldn't put it here.
The sun was bright, it was warm, and there was a light wind. Perfect for a match.
I love the sky, but I love my friends more.
alright so~
I am not dead. This oneshot being proof of that (don't count on this becoming something longer lol).
I'm not gonna declare this "canon", because this was a 2-hour project and I did not put much thought into if it made sense with my continuity. In other words, if there are no problems with this existing, canon. Otherwise, not canon.
And on the off chance anyone reading this actually cares for an update, the Jojo project is still ongoing. It's going really damn slowly, but it's going. I'm like 50k–60k ish words in and I'm not even done with the first act.
Speaking of the first act, the plan is to start uploading it when it's done, and then a pause for however long it'll be until the second act is done, then the same for the third. Stay tuned… but it'll be a long while.