This was it.
 
The blazing hot day had been quickly chased away by the onset of night. Sharp wind raced across the meadow, long since clear of the ancient trees that had once shrouded the sky with their mighty bodies, swiftly dispelling what little heat had still lingered.
 
Three siblings sat alone amidst uneven mounds of moss and grass and of twisted roots sticking up towards the heavens. Within a dip of the rise and fall of the earth they had claimed their stay, half buried in a makeshift nest of sun scorched leaves and brittle branches.
 
Wrapped up as best they could, their warm bodies tangled together with one another to starve off the encroaching cold, they sat unmoving, sans the occasional shift of freezing limbs.
 
Just a little longer.
 
Beneath the vastness of the never-ending gray shroud above three tiny souls, alone and immeasurably far from where they would belong, yet still holding their bright eyes forever skyward. Waiting. Like they had for so long.
 
The clouds rolled, breaking apart for seconds at a time exposing glimpses the inky sky before swallowing it up once more. The sound of silence broken up by the sough of wind echoing endlessly like the haunting howls of the land itself.
 
The littlest of the three grunted, shifting their body and poking their nose out from the safe embrace of their twin guardians, wordlessly, desperately pleading with existence itself.
 
Just this once.
 
Just one chance.
 
They only had this night.
 
And then, never again.
 

The world stayed silent.
 


There was a shift.
 
This was it.
 
They could feel it in the air, in their bones.
 
Their only shot.
 
The racing clouds shifted for just a moment, starlight pouring through the wound ripped to the void above. It wasn’t black, barely gray in fact, like static filling the opening to nothing, and with so less but the powers that be holding three tiny souls to a rock hurtling across a vast expanse of existence amidst nothing and light.
 
Just that moment a blaze of white, faster than a blink even, lit up, brighter than all its brethren, leaving a single streak within that hole in the sky, yet faded so swift like it had never even been there.
 
 
An exhale.
 
Three in fact. 

All eyes still glued to above as it closed over with rolling silver.
 
And just like that, it was over.
 
Their one chance.