DON'T BLINK — open, floating lanterns

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    a pit of stars sling around the inked sky, leering over the forests, the village, and the beach where the crowds nestle into the tanned, moon-streaked sands. chicagocrimes flexes her phantomly paws into the softened crust of earth and when her eyes slinks from side to side, her gaze seeks out not the stars but rather, what promises to join them soon enough. lanterns sit idly by, some lit by steady paws and others still dark and cold as flint. coiled in between her own feet stands a dingy lantern, yellow in hue with an orange-accented handle. it's not one of the most elegant of things out there but last she checked, the spirits around here weren't particularly picky in regards to what is given to them. then again, when she scrounged this up she only had one person in mind. now she can merely hope the blessing gets to him. a blush of red throws light on her lantern and she glances up toward wine with a soft smirk as it casually bobs around her gift to those on the spiritual plane.