Usual Disclaimer .

Post-Stars timeframe, Usagi-centered, a bit of anime and manga canon mix. Slightly AU, because it hints at her having more than one child (Mamo-chan, put your beautiful genes to some use, ne? ;) )
Also, the narrator's POV and identity are purposely vague.

Special thanks to Spirit-hime for some word choosing :) , and to Lilian and caytlynrose for feedback on the first draft.

That said, here it is. An update long overdue.

# 40. Pointillism / # 100. The perfect ending

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You watch her beloved face dappled by the sunrays filtering through the greenery arch of the park path. The reality of her fading in the shifting mosaic drawn on her skin by lights and shadows. Illusions, though real. Ever changing patterns. Yin and yang shifting and merging.
Musing at what was, is and will be, could be - the future never being set in stone... -.
At the many facets of everybody’s mind, body, and soul.
At how all of them have sometimes yield to, sometimes challenged, other times clashed, and sometimes just stumbled against Fate so many times, in so many ways.
And at having been able to put together the shards of their broken lives afterwards nonetheless.
Like a thread glowing in the darkness, not fully aware of its mere power, is her smile –and everything encompassed within it - under the trees as she walks, fragmented by trick of the light but not faltering.
The power of standing and going on although the thread can bend, grow worn out, cut. Wavering like a flame in the wind, but still burning.
She goes forwards to reach the clearing bathed with sunlight at the end of the path.
So many paths and choices can be taken from there. Some are familiar, some totally unknown. Yet she keeps walking. The road ends, but it’s not the end of the road, she thinks she can hear her loved ones from different lifetimes speak.
Were a path leading astray or to a dead end, there would be so many others to walk on. And for every end, another, new beginning.
Everyone is born alone and dies alone, the universal Sorrow once had said her through her eldest daughters’ voice.
‘Yes, your path is only yours to make and be walked by’. But as you do so, you never walk --alone-. All around you, and within you, so many memories, as well as for everything. Her thoughts echo with the voices of her friends and of unnumerable voices unknown, her fellows in this never-ending journey.
The same distant origin for a blade of grass and the most distant Star.
The same atoms for you, me, and every single being.
Ties of Matter and ties of Spirit, being bound together or severed.
Love connecting them for Memory to carry them.
All of this is our Memory through Time.
This is our and everything’s link to Eternity.
This is how she - and you - step beyond the heavens though walking along on Earth.