Do not forget stardust. Iron is precious, born from the death-throes of stars so great that the progenitors of mere helium are lost in its violent spasms and blackened by its mighty corpse. The air you breathe, the light of younger and more vicious celestial lamps— these are cheap, the pennies of the universe, the ghosts of the average uneventful sun.
The iron that moves in your blood, the weight of that cosmically impossible union of quarks, is too heavy to be created by living fusion or by the last gasp of hydrogen-burning stars. It is congealed atom by atom in the supernovae; it only sleeps in our earth’s crust by the gift of the most ancient sacrifices.
We are stardust. We are iron. We rust in memory of the greatest firstborn of our universe. We are forged in fire and ruin as they were forged in destruction and catastrophe. We are new, as they were once new; and when we are gone, dissolved into light, what wonders will we leave for the heirs of Earth?
Secrets Rich and Strange: The Sea Witches
They bleed salt water and sing the songs the waves taught them. They are as wild and strange as the ocean herself, secretive folk who have little use for land but where it meets the water. Some say they are the children of mermaids or selkies, abandoned by their parents and mothered by the depths. The only thing they know is that they must not go away from the sea.
"cosmic stars illuminate the indigo sky, creating constellations that paint the entire night’s canvas. the moon shines as brightly as the light in your eyes."
Olga unimpressed with your peasantry, with Tatiana, Maria, Anastasia, and Nicky (zoom from GARF)
how to walk like a queen [x]
This is the best acting lesson I have every seen in my life