Stars Dancing [Dreams-To-Lovers Romance]

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RORY

Hot damn! They finally did it! All four of them! All at one go. Took them long enough. Oh, I guess I have to back up 'cuz you want the plot holes resolved.

Yeah, Uncle Euri never really understood the wind thing much more than you've already read about. It helped him matchmake, though. They did that their whole lives. Five Spheres, where I live, is loaded with telepathic couples who got together because of Aunt Shah and Uncle Euri. The wind helped. I've always been convinced that Ryst was playing a role in that too, though I could never prove it.

Me? You want my story? Well, that'll have to wait for another time.

All you really need to know is that there's another realm beyond the one you know. We call it the Unknown Cosmos. And you can reach it if you want to. All it takes is self-knowledge and love. Easy peasy nice and breezy.

And if you're out there, reading these stories, and you realize that they are real because you're just like the people in them, then make your way to Five Spheres. We'll leave the light on for ya.

SLYDAR

Okay, this is like, the weirdest thing I've ever done. Who am I? Rory's husband. Oh, and an author now. Writing the end of a book that isn't about me. So the readers can hear my "voice." Hunh. No idea what that means.

Oh, and I got stuck with the plot holes.

Because they all hate me.

Heh— not really. I'm well-loved; just a bit put upon. 'Cuz I let them get away with fucking everything. It's my nature. But I toy with them when they're not looking.

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So, I'm writing the end of this book. Have I convinced ya to like me yet? Don't think I have. I'm boring as shit.

Except when I'm not.

I love see saws, did I tell ya? Habit of skaters. Things that move always get us.

I got a really important job to do. Me and my kids are gonna be awful damn close to this story when it's time to go to press. And by "press" I mean "on stream." Yeah, it'll get printed too, but first: digital. That's what I'm told, anyway.

What do I really know? Not much.

And a little of everything.

So, we're all the next generation of Sibsil Creed. Keeping watch at the gates of Ayela Arcana Sanctuary.

From a distance, truth be told. Contradictions; love 'em.

Five Spheres really happened. The Shurwinn migrated, and me too, so Dliptonia representin.' Talented've been gathering for decades. We live here, in Five Spheres. We're completely safe.

Uh, I can take creative liberties with truth, right? Since I'm a writer now? Safety is kinda relative, dontcha think?

No one believes the animations and silly things the Known Cosmos Earth Press puts out. They all think it's entertainment.

Except for the ones who don't.

The telepaths are pretty easy to connect to, of course. It's everyone else that we're tryin' to reach with the short stories, cartoons and graphic novels. And we've reached them. Thousands.

Ya, it's true. I know you believe me, 'cuz a my "voice."

Thousands of Talented and cybernetics who've hacked their relays live here; ain't no 'xaggeration. And so far, there's no danger. The world didn't rip apart like 'ole Nayth Carmidee feared.

At least not yet.

The secrets are out; hidden in plain sight. In cartoons and graphic novels, which is pretty funny, if you ask me. And those who look for the truth, find it, and some make their way to us.

And when we're ready, we take our turns and leave. 'Cuz all of us know that this is only one stop. There's a whole new life waitin' for us when we reach the Unknown Cosmos. I'm not ready for my turn yet, but one day I will be.

Probably.

I think I can hang on until the deadline is up. The one old Auntie Ryst established: 2860 is d-day. Sixty years. I might not make it, but I'm gonna try. I wanna see my kids grow up and have little 'uns. Another generation of Sibsil Creed. So I'm gonna hang on as long as I can.

Whaddabouchu? What're you gonna do? If you're a telepath, reach out. We'll find ya. If you're something else, well, there's a home for ya too, if that's what you want.

Or not. You can go on to the Unknown Cosmos, if that's yo thing.

I'll see ya when I get there. Hopefully in six decades.

Or sooner.

Maybe.

I know my own mind, dammit.

END OF BOOK 3.

The story continues in Book 4: Eclipse Chasers.