Fountain of Aether

The couple eyes each other with an exciting gaze as they hear the calling. It is, after all, meant for them. The vessel stops. All is silent and so are the farewells. The couple lands their feet on the sands ashore. Sands so white that even their glowing feet of their starry nature make a contrast. They pause to scan the landscape. A green hill stands tall before them inviting. They know they have to go for the climb. As they ascend, they absorb the palette of green colours around them. The rich green, the pale green, the yellow green, the blue green, the teal, the turquoise... All bordering a narrow path of yellow grass. Somehow, this path too is inviting. On mere faith, they follow along till its end. Then the yellow seizes and a glow of red washes over their eyes. Red wild flames, higher than the surrounding trees, blaze swiftly from a big scarlett fountain. They stand completely locked in a stare at the marvelous scene for the longest time. Red as fire, yet cool as rain on the skin. They heard about this fountain before. Yes, the Fountain of Aether. The travelling stars often whispered about it in the shadows when soberness had long left them. They spoke of the signs seen from afar. Blazes of red shooting into the skies as they passed in their vessels. They all felt drawn to it. Few stars dared to gain a closer look, but they were lost and never returned. The couple are drawn to it too. It called for them to be lost too. Lost to their world but found in another, in this magnificent glow. This is where they will stay. This is home.