The Six of Cups.

Sharp piercing white noise mirrored the blinding room Luna found herself in. The room appeared infinite, being too bright to see the movement of the walls-meeting at points. However, there was a breakage in the fluidity of the space...two hand carved and rotting chairs sat across from one another-about a casket length apart.

Locking her knees as she walked, Luna slowly lowered herself into the wooden chair and stared directly ahead...waiting. The air remained still, allowing the woman to monitor her breathing. Taking deep meditative breaths, Luna looked down at her pale blue tinted hands. The cracks of her palms appeared darker than the rest, reminding her of the dark valleys shaded by the mountain tops at home.

Her gaze slowly crept its way straight forward, revealing a crackling image. A dark silhouette began to appear in the seat across from her, building its form from the ground up. The darkness emitted shrunken feet, not yet reaching the illuminated floor, small hands clasped together, and a narrow frame. The black figure began to dissolve its eyes, reflecting the blinding light. She continued to stare, burning at the iris. 

Pressure began to build behind her orbs as her vision was taken over by the color of snow, the color she dreaded, the color that reminded her of him-Arlo. Luna's body began to chill, bumps started sprouting over her forearms-spreading to the nape of her neck. Her palms froze solid and began to pour water on to her legs, causing a chain reaction. Luna's body was over taken by the icy water as it began to freeze and melt into the white.

As she gasped for a final breath of the white light, the silhouette continued to lock its line of vision on her. "I'm sorry," she spoke before becoming a small puddle in the middle of oblivion.

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He always wanted to see the stars, collect the dust with a cupped hand and consume what created him. He always wanted to swim, feel the rush of a current and brush along with the fish below. He always wanted to roll down and over hills, smell the roots nestled in the Earth and dizzy himself so much so that he would see the sky dance above him.

But he didn't.

Luna remembered as the metal tip of the shovel caught the edge of the casket. The dirt began to moisten as she further approached the coffin, due to the depth and tears cascading from her pale blue face. The wood of the small box became more exposed at a rapid rate, due to her excitement. 
The pine appeared splintered and wilted, but in fair condition. Taking her calloused tips, the top was removed, revealing a freshly powdered skeleton. The bones were intact, somewhat worn from the decay and the mass was conveniently light for Luna's frail stature. The bones rattled as she made her way up the metal ladder, connecting the two worlds.

She placed little Arlo into a large stroller, making sure to buckle his hip bones in case the boy began to slip. Luna pulled out a small notepad, revealing a list titled "Always Wanted" proceeded by several points of tasks in a ToDo like fashion.

Making her way up Blvd. Ave., Luna passed several pedestrians who began to walk with more of a meaning upon locking eyes with the woman. Figuring her blue appearance seemed abnormal, she continued towards the observatory. 

The building was closed for business, due to the lack of public interest; however, the doors remained unlocked. The inside smelled of mildew and casted a darkness over Luna and Arlo's skull as the pair entered, bringing their appearance into the new moon. The building provided a hefty 12 flights of stairs and no elevator, leaving Luna with the responsibility of carrying the skeleton to the top. The bones became excruciatingly painful for the woman's spine and caused her back to arch as she dragged her little brother's remains up the remaining 11 flights. 

Reaching the top, Luna laid out a small velvet blanket and a set of tarot. Picking up a card for the both of them, Luna revealed the six of cups: revealing a sense of nostalgia, innocence, and childhood memories. Her corners began to curl and the lines next to the whites of her eyes deepened as she recited the card to the skeleton, giggling with joy.

To be reunited with her family meant everything to the old woman as she carried on a conversation with the brittle remains of her little brother. Reaching for his wrist, Luna rose the boy's finger to the sky, allowing him to feel the universe for the first time.

Staring into the black sky, Luna began to sob uncontrollably as she realized for the first time that she was alone. The orbs traveled down her face and fell onto the velvet. Beginning to dissolve into the puddles that lay beneath her, Luna smiled.