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Modern Mythology: Callisto

"I do not know who I am, where I am going — and I am the one who has to decide the answers to these hideous questions."

A modern Callisto who still resembles the constellations that used to be her bones and she can’t remember how it is to be human. Something raw crawls beneath her skin and she is just as far away from this earth as the stars as her feet learn again how to walk upon the forests she once knew. Only her eyes are human these days, everything else is still trying to remember, though her limbs resist, knowing that on this earth, she lost all she has ever known, and all she can do is roam, only welcoming the wild into her arms. However, there are times she makes her way outside of the darkness, but only in search of ghosts, for the one that has brought her death twice, and she would still find a way to give him the world if he asked. She peers into all of the eyes of men, hoping they match her own, hoping they hold starlight. Some days, she finds them in everyone, her son is everywhere, his voice in the winds that chill her to the bone. And she prays for the stars again, for it was in the heavens that she wasn’t alone.

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